"Your Love is not for me,"
Those words had gone right through him and he closes his eye, he was at a loss what to say now because the way she said it, she doesn't trust him or know how sincere he is for her and it...hurts. He breathes, finding the lightness that he felt in the moment he realized his feeling for her turning into a....something that just...tearing him straining him making it harder to breathe for him. He put the chopsticks down, the fish was almost finished. He opens his eyes
He raises from the ground, his light blue robes brushed up the floor. He looks at her back as she stands turning away from him and she had her arms wrapped around herself.
"Are you cold?" He asked.