moved.

divided:  adjective di·​vid·​ed    |    \ də-ˈvī-dəd  \ 1.   separated   into   parts   or   pieces

THE   OLD   CLICHE   ABOUT   SILENCE   SPEAKING   VOLUMES   was   never   more   true   than   in   this   moment.   there   was   no   speaking,   no   movement,   and   he   couldn’t   even   hear   the   sound   of   their   breathing.   yet   at   the   same   time   the   silence   was   TENSION-FILLED   AND   THICK   STRETCHING   BETWEEN   THEM   like   the   pulling   of   a   long   rubber   band.   

how   they   got   here   was   beyond   him,   a   reunion   after   weeks   apart   had   gone   from   sweet   to   sour   in   a   matter   of   minutes   and   ben   couldn’t   even   remember   what   they   had   been   arguing   about.   

SO   THERE   THEY   STOOD,   on   separate   ends   of   the   chamber,   ben   with   his   back   to   adan,   hands   on   the   door,   forehead   pressed   up   against   it,   slightly   bowed   as   he   took   a   deep   breath   and   waited   a   while   before   making   any   further   actions.   ‘do   not   go.   I   love   you.’   adan’s   words   reached   his   ears   in   the   silent   room   and   he   hesitated   before   sighing   a   moment,   “I   CAN’T.”   he   says   as   he   turns   around   and   walks   towards   the   other   in   slow   measured   steps.   “i   can’t   leave   you   adan.   i   can’t   walk   away   from   you   in   the   middle   of   an   argument   about   who   knows   what.”   his   steps   stop   and   he’s   only   mere   inches   away   from   adan   at   this   point.   “I’M   NOT   GOING   ANYWHERE.”   the   tone   was   filled   with   certainty   as   he   said   the   words,   he   knew   he’d   never   be   able   to   leave   adan,   “i’m   sorry   but   i   love   you   too   much   to   even   entertain   the   thought   of   walking   away   from   you,   from   us.”