"We already talk about this," he said firmly as I fell silent for a moment. His grip on my shoulder became firmer like he doesn't want to let me go in any way.
"But... tired—"
"Babe," his finger lifted my chin up so that I could meet his dark gaze.
"Don't worry about me. I can handle this. I won't be able to breathe properly if it doesn't take three weeks and I don't see you..." He said those words like it pained him. "That's a torture, a fucking torture."
I could not speak.
Despite the pressure at school, in the things I was worried about, I felt comfort and peace in her words, in her very presence. His presence never fails to remind me of what I should do and what I should achieve. His simple presence strengthens me despite what I am going through. And everything I'm having a hard time in school, thinking of his face and stormy eyes could make me calm.
