"I did not come here to fight you, Neriah." He calmly said as he turned around to face her again. Lords, he wanted to touch it. Her tears. He wanted to touch it so badly. What was suddenly wrong with him, he could not explain. But one thing was certain, he was enjoying this. Seeing her like this. Was this normal?
He took a step closer to her thinking she would backaway but she remained in her position, but when he reached to touch her moist cheek, she turned her head from him as she sniffled and held her arms, pinching them.
He withdrew his hand and took in a deep breath and thee exhaled loudly, "We shall be leaving for Trago by dawn tomorrow," he could see her eyes open wider and the tears pour even more and he had to fight heaven and earth within himself to control the corner of his lips from curling upward. Seriously, when did this mad excitement begin? The excitement from seeing her like this…
