"Airi."
It was difficult not to notice the seriousness in his voice and the distress in his darkened eyes. It set a turmoil within me as my heart began to tremble.
My name had never escaped his lips with such emotion before. But today, I realized how different it could sound with only a slightly lower voice at the end of the word.
And in that moment, I had also come to realize that there was a different kind of gentleness in love.
It was a lie if I said I was anticipating his next words. Call it instinct, I knew whatever it was, I didn't wanna hear the end of it.
But I couldn't help it when I saw the expression on his face and the way he looked at me. He was pleading but resisting at the same time.
"Airi," he called once again.
I was still looking at him. I couldn't bring myself to respond but I was telling him with all of me, that I was waiting for whatever it was he wanted to tell me.
