"I'm sorry, Lyn," Zepher apologized. "I can't do that anymore. I already regret leaving you behind back then. Running away with you would have been difficult. But, I should have done it, anyway. I regret it."
"It's too late, brother."
He smiled weakly, "I figured you'd say that that man has already taken your heart. But, even then, I cannot let you go anymore. Rather than let you go and experience that agony and pain again, I would prefer death at your own hands," her eyes widened at his words. Zepher brushed his forehead against hers, "If you leave me, could you kill me first?"
Her heart sped up at his words. W—what is he suggesting?
"That weapon I gave you, it can end my life in an instance," he cupped her cheeks. "If you end my life, you don't have to worry about hurting me."
He didn't kiss her, but his lips were dangerously close. He traced her lips with his thumb.
