"You're angry..."
His voice, a soft whisper. Carried by the nightly wind. The cool ocean breeze, sweeping his hair. Letting it dance under the gentle moonlight.
The man who stared at him slightly narrowed his eyes. "My anger has passed... " He didn't deny it.
With furrowed brows, the youth released a chuckle. His lips parted like the petals of a blooming rose. "I do not regret being with you. I could not leave you. Although, it now sounds foolish after our previous conversation. I am not regretful. You can be angry at me... I can understand."
His lids lowered. Silver pupils gleamed as it quietly peeked at the expression of the man beside him. Calm golden eyes, filled with gentleness, met Moulin's gaze. The youth held his gaze, almost unwilling to look away. He was unaware of how similar their thoughts were. So similar.
