"What time is it?" she asked.
The clock ticked on, uninvited.
"I don't know," he replied, eyes fixed on the wall.
Silence lingered, a stray dog looking for solace.
"Do you want tea?" her voice trembled.
Steam curled in the room, a whisper of warmth.
"It's always the same," he thought. Distant echoes.
Voices once vibrant, now muted.
"Let's not talk," she suggested.
Agreement in the unspoken.