He was really bad. She was lying beside him like this, hugging him, and he didn't react at all. He was really bad, making her let go of her feminine reserve and say such things to him.
But she was willing. At this moment, being able to say these words to him was, after all, a form of happiness, wasn't it?
"I want…" Suddenly, a deep and hoarse voice came from the person beside her. Cierwen didn't dare to move, fearing that it was just her imagination and that he hadn't really woken up.
So she closed her eyes, trying not to think, but tears soaked the pillow, dripping onto his neck.
"Cierwen…" That voice came again, clear and real, right by Cierwen's ear. He softly and gently said, "Sorry…"
Cierwen tightened her embrace around him: "Daniel, is that you?"
"Cierwen… sorry…" He repeated the words, which more clearly indicated that he had really woken up. This was not a dream; it was real…
