Sylvia:
My eyes went to Silas as he climbed the stairs. His brown eyes were the same color of the soil hiding beneath all the snow. They promised life and safety just as the earth did for the plants. His face was neutral, no movement or signs of a smile, but those eyes held his chaos. I could feel the energy radiating through him, the anticipation for this moment. He was only wearing a pair of shorts that hung loosely over his hips. His chest and arms looked even larger than I remembered, and even his feet stood in the snow as if the cold didn't phase him. I gave him a small smile before turning to see the other side.
