We walk past each other, no words exchanged.

Imagine an empty universe containing only the soulless stares of the both of us.

Imagine all air being sucked out, a vaccum, like our slight gazes.

If time had slowed down to a fraction of a second, we could have registered the look in each other's eyes, the resentment contained like a butterfly in a jar.

If my thoughts were amplified, you would hear my resentment of that dissatisfying moment, blame shifted towards you, on you and just you.

There were similarities.

Your thoughts would have mirrored mine.

Yet again, my thoughts would only contain your name. In jubilation, in sadness, in fear, in hysteria, they only had room to contain just your name.

While I was angered by your lack of emotions, I would find myself reflecting your actions, tight clenched fists, concentrated thought to look away, lack of facial expressions, a growing intention to ignore your existence for fear of the impending awkward silence.

By then, I would fight to steal a short glance at your diminishing figure into the future, and realise you haven't turned back.

But after that fraction of a second and whirlwind of raw emotions at play on my heartstrings,

we leave that fraction of a second,

uninspired, unchanged and unmoved.