Alexander and Francis stood side by side with each other in the garden. Alexander held Francis's hands in his with a pained expression on his face. He squeezed the male's hand gently his heart feeling restless.
"I am sorry about the priest said," he said to him. Francis looked at him with a smile on his face.
"It's okay Alex. I am not angry at the prediction, everyone dies at some point right? So what if I am destined to die by your son's hands. The truth is that I am not dead yet so don't worry," he said and hugged him.
"Why are you so calm about this?"
"Because I love you," he confessed to him.
Alexander broke their hug and held him. He raised his eyebrows to him and his face lit up.
"Did you say you love me?" he asked him. "Say it again," he requested.
"If you heard me then why do I have to repeat myself. I won't say it."
"Please," he pleaded.
