Kyoya didn't immediately speak and Shouko didn't rush him.
She rested her head against his shoulder as he silently looked at their hands that were bound together. His thumb rubbed circles at the back of her hand, his expression was still sullen even though the air around him wasn't as heavy as earlier.
"My childhood wasn't beautiful, Shouko."
His thumb paused its rubbing. Kyoya turned his head, a layer of mist moistened his eyes. He smiled yet it seemed as if he was mocking himself before he chuckled softly.
"I was an unwanted child."
The lake outside of the villa was as calm as always yet, her own heart was stirred with countless ripples at the moment his words fell.
How badly his heart was torn when his own lips uttered out such self-deprecating words?
Shouko couldn't comfort him with her words. She squeezed his hand, urging him to speak, to express himself freely in front of her.
