Matthew left the room. He knew that Yvonne would be right behind him. And she was
"Matt... What do you mean by we should not be together" Her voice was shaky.
Matt stopped just before entering his room. He turned to face her.
"Yvonne... I don't mean to sound cold, but I can't stay here... According to my speculation... We cannot be together... And that's exactly what your father wants...Us, to be together."
The argument had grown bitter inside his room.
Matt stood at the window of his quarters, his back to Yvonne, his hands clenched at his sides. The moonlight streamed through the glass, casting long shadows across the room. Behind him, Yvonne paced like a caged animal, her footsteps sharp against the stone floor.
"You're not listening to me, Matt" she said.
"I'm listening." Matt's voice was flat, tired. "I just can't agree."
"Agree? There's nothing to agree about. We... The both of us need to leave. Tonight. Before he—"
