Leonel's gaze flickered, but he eventually calmly nodded. Then, he smiled.
"When?"
"Tomorrow."
"Okay." Leonel beamed.
High above him, an invisible pressure seemed to grow.
The weight of a father's love…
He had experienced it once before, but now it seemed that he would be on the other side of it.
A long while after, Aina left the bathroom, leaving Leonel to his own thoughts.
He ran a hand alongside the tub, lost in thought. They came fast and swift, but disappeared just as quickly.
Slowly, he stood from the tub, allowing the water to run down his body. The once clear water, radiating an herbal scent, had become a murky mess of crimson and sweat by now.
He found himself in front of a mirror, staring back at the handsome countenance he saw.
