The way I love you
92 I'm Rela
Dhea opened her eyes, not seeing anyone in this room. It doesn't matter at all, he prefers it like this.
In this kind of solitude, she did not need to smile at anyone, nor endure her cries. There was also no need to look at their grieving and agitated faces. Or faces full of pity.
Dhea likes this loneliness, really likes it.
Maybe the snow is falling down there, just like the tears. Dhea looked out the window, looking at the rain that was also falling down profusely.
He, the sky outside, and the sky there, turned out to be the same ....
If Dhea let out her tears, the sky outside here let out rainwater, and the sky there let out snow.
Dhea smiled, feeling at ease with that thought. Feeling this slightly hollow heart, having something similar, though not the same ....
I don't know, Dhea herself is hard to describe.
The door to his room is open.
Their eyes meet.
Stare at each other, remain silent, and refrain from speaking to each other.
Vean was confused as to what to say. He had no idea that Dhea was awake, not even knowing that there was nobody inside, just Dhea.
Dhea was pecking on top of her vault, inwardly calculating, accompanying the time it took for the man before her to turn around ....
Leaving himself again in solitude, in an endless void.
And sure enough ....
Dhea turned her face away from the man's back. He wanted to prevent the man from leaving, but for what reason, that man did not want to be by his side.
Dhea would never want to take advantage of her circumstances to suppress Vean. Not wanting to hold the man down for a trace of pity and guilt, let alone return the favor.
"Relta ...."
Dhea immediately turned her head when she heard the voice that had always been missed in real and her dreams.
"I ...." Slowly, Vean approached the girl. His heart pinched when he saw the girl half-leaning in the gurney in a very weak state.
Vean sat on the bench next to the gurney. Indeed, he could not bear to see Dhea's situation like this. Shouldn't he be like this?
Vean's voice stuck in the throat. No words came out of the man's mouth. Vean tried to string words together, but he felt he could not find the right words. Couldn't quite put it together either, and honestly, didn't know what he was supposed to say.
Vean, in his current seat, could feel the roar of Dhea's breath that felt dull. Vean felt the tightness, not just in his breath, but more importantly his heart.
His heart was in a state of turmoil, for some reason he felt an immense fear at this moment. Something that just moved his legs to get closer, approached the weakly lying girl.
Vean's heart skipped a beat, beating recklessly, betraying the owner of the heart who desperately tried to be calm.
There is only silence at this time.
Both, with nothing to bother. That's what he's always wanted, alone with Vean. It's okay if Vean says nothing. Even though the man always turned his face away.
At least, he could still be with Vean, even in an increasingly congested state of breath ....
I am willing ....