As the clouds slowly drifting on the sky covering the full moon, the lounge getting dimmer. Kyoya looked at the woman in his arms. Her features were softened under the golden light of the table lamp beside her. He smiled in content as he rubbed her tears away.
"One day, Mother came to our home," Kyoya began. He picked a strand of her hair and tucked it behind her ear. He let his fingertips lingered longer over her earlobe before he slowly retracted his touch. "At that time, you've just known about me. You cried for me like you do this time. I felt so uneasy but, at the same time, I was grateful because you still treat me the same as always."
"En? What do you mean?" Shouko asked softly, didn't catch the meaning of his words.
Kyoya let out a chuckle. His eyes were so tender as they remained focused on her.
"You didn't excessively pity me, Shouko. You didn't try to be careful around me, try to treat me as if I was fragile and for that, I was so thankful."
