I didn't know if they would or should be afraid of my love, but I was afraid of myself enough. I knew very well how heavy everything I felt and everything that happened in this world took a place in my heart. Even if I couldn't breathe, every moment I left on this land would breathe while I was away. I was afraid, maybe it's not love. I was afraid of what this love might do to me.
"Are you okay?" he said, his face still buried in my hair. His voice was hoarse. I smiled as if I was making fun of life because the day I mixed the soil and the water, I would not be able to smile again.
