Magnus was a pretty crier. His tears fell down from his left eyes slow and it gleamed like a silver thread made out of diamond. She couldn't help but wipe those tears gently, pressing her thumb against his eyes and swiped it away. When their eyes stared into each other she could see that crestfallen expression from his eyes as if his soul was bring torn apart now and he prayed to all the Gods above that he didn't have to suffer the pain of losing her.
She closed her eyes and gently snuggled her head on his shoulder, whispering slowly, "I'm sorry," she said and she could feel his raspy breaths on her ears, "Your fear, I understand it as well. I don't want to lose you either."
"Then," Magnus said with a bit of hope.
