Wayne Bailey was looking fixedly at the top of her head, hating her seemingly frail appearance.
Anna Jadwin sniffed his scent slightly and lifted her head, looking straight into his eyes in her bright pupils, "May I kiss you?"
Good-bye-kiss.
Without uttering a word, she staggered on tiptoe, tightly gripping his sleeves and touching his cold and soft lips.
Anna Jadwin's gentle kiss was like touching a bubble on the verge of breaking.
Two streams of tears slid down her pale face...
He didn't respond to her, allowing her to kiss him as if he were made of plaster.
Anna Jadwin started trembling violently, feeling like millions of silver needles were sewing her heart tightly.
A wave of dizziness swept over her. She steadied herself, calmed herself down, and opened her eyes to still find him as rigid as iron.
She muttered, "If my first sip was of Sprite, I probably wouldn't have liked Coke that much." I love you.
