"Because that's the only thing this primitive person is good at; it's all about between this world or my world. The answer is obvious."
Aries closed her eyes as Abel leaned closer, expecting a long, ardent kiss. But he simply kissed her tenderly, which lasted for several seconds. She reopened her eyes ever so slowly, watching him drew his head back. Silence fell on them as all they did for minutes was stare at each other.
"Will you not fix me?" she broke the silence with a whisper, clutching his shoulders when he shook his head mildly. "Why?"
"That's not my job, darling. You fix you and I fix me." Abel tipped his head until his forehead bumped against hers lightly. "I like the way you are."
"I don't like the way I am." Aries lowered her eyes, the bitterness in them unseen.
"Well, that's you, not me."
"Do you like the way you are?"
"No."
