He truly liked her, liked her so much that he dared not tell her his feelings.
He feared she wouldn't reciprocate his affection.
Such gentle and hidden emotions, he reserved for only one person.
He wanted to love her, to protect her, even if she loved someone else, it didn't matter.
Having someone he cherished was, in itself, a form of happiness for him.
Before he met Amanda Smith, he had always thought he wouldn't fall in love with anyone.
From a young age, he was raised to believe he didn't need anything to cherish; that was the way to last in his world.
When his parents were killed by enemies, he felt no turmoil inside, but when the call came about Amanda's accident, he panicked, not knowing what to do.
She had become an important presence he couldn't have imagined.
Amanda Smith leaned in the car and soon fell asleep.
The day had been too taxing for her, leaving her restless even in her dreams.
