There is a beauty, a clear, crispy, elegance in the silence of just two people. A profound clearness in not only saying words that not only transcended words, but beyond emotional boundaries.

In L's room, the only emotions to be expressed are the sounds of keyboards clack-clicking away in their own little cubicles.

Of course, it is altogether possible that secret glances may or may not be shared between only two, but speaking isn't like that at all.

Owning one's own world with someone else was nice, especially if it was someone familiar. When one glance tells all- just a brief tilt of the eyes, you know you're hooked.