(Flora's POV)
Leo Wilson's confession fills my heart with mixed feelings.
It is once the words I has dreamed of hearing.
But now, he calls me Daisy Garcia instead of Flora Mana.
He still hates Flora Mana.
I try to run away, but he grabs my hand.
When it is most difficult for me, he says.
"Daisy Garcia, I'm telling you my feelings now, not to force you to make a decision, but purely and simply to tell you my feelings, I understand your hesitation and it's clear that we both need time."
His soft voice sounds as melodious as a cello.
At the same time, he grabs my hand and gently releases it.
He turns his head and looks at the sunset that is slowly falling into the horizon, the lines of the side of his face are impeccably superior.
I follow his line of sight and see the most beautiful twilight I have ever seen in my life.
Perhaps even more beautiful is having him by my side at the moment.
