She stopped crying, but he could still see her face glistening from her tears. He slowly moved, letting her go, but only to remove his shirt and gently wipe the moisture in her eyes.
Then, he saw her nod. "I know you will never love me. You already said that over and over. And I will never ask you to nor expect it from you." Then, she finally looked into his eyes and allowed him a preview of what she felt for him. At least, he believed that was what he could interpret from how she looked at him.
"And I also don't expect you to do the same." He answered her, not wanting to break her heart. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her.
"I wish I could do that, but it is too late, at least for me." She said as if she was confessing something. "I liked you since the day I met you. It was a long time ago, which I don't think you remembered, but you were kind to me."
