"You."
Charis' eyes widened when the word slipped out of his moist lips. Did he just refer to her as his life boat? What exactly was she doing to save him from falling off the edge? How did she truly feel now that he said something like this?
"Sebastian," she muttered softly.
"Listen carefully, Charis, no matter what happens in the future. Despite the person I may or may not become or the actions I will take towards you, I want you to know that I love you."
"Sebastian," she breathed more forcefully this time.
"Shush," he whispered, placing his finger on her plump, lipstick-covered lips. "Just listen right now."
"You love me?" She asked, her big bright eyes sparkled with the promise of tears and the fear that came from the hope that blossomed within her heart. Could she really not be dreaming right now? Could he really be in love with her?
