Hesitant what is the right thing to do with Seviro, my feet move on their own. I walk closer to him and encircle my arms around his waist. He's still not sober, he's still under the influence of alcohol and I really couldn't believe how he manage to safely come here.
But despite his drunk state, I could see in his eyes how sincere he is. His eyes that always hold passion whenever he looks at me. Those eyes that give me a calm heart whenever they stare at me. He's frustrated but at the same time trying to be honest with what he felt.
He's upset, I could feel that he's upset. He's mad not because of me but because of the fact that he couldn't validate his jealousy and that makes him frustrated. But despite those emotions, he still manages to talk to me in a nice way- his voice that always treats me with respect.
I sigh and gently tap his back.
"Seviro, you should-" I didn't finish my sentence when his head fell on my shoulder.
