In her room, Ely lay on her bed. One hand is on her forehead, the other is on her stomach. The girl recalled the little incident that had just happened between her and Luka in the small room where they could relax enjoying the view outside the ship.
This was the first time the young man was a little brave, to the point of kissing her lips even if maybe only for a second. And this was also the first time for Ely to reject the young man's feelings—say, a little bit painful for the young man himself directly.
But that's how it is, Ely thought. However, for Ely herself, since three years ago, there was one person who would always have a special place in her heart. Someone she admires even though in reality she often fights with the man.
Ely even lay smiling sweetly while imagining the frequent fights between her and the man himself. Sometimes it was the man who started it, or it was Ely who deliberately provoked the fight first.
