push back, flooded via me. Everything we had long gone via - each tear, each joy, every jealousy - had he cherished me the total time?
I felt him pull away from me, and I realized I used to be nevertheless lying silent with my eyes closed. I opened them and appeared up to his sad, terrified face. I grabbed his arm and stopped him from shifting away from me. He met my gaze, the tear in his eye finally rolling down his cheek. I brushed it away with my thumb and cupped his cheek. I pulled him nearer and kissed him tenderly.
"Askel..." he muttered between my lips, pulling away slightly.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "You were always right...we're now not friends. We're so a whole lot more. I want to be with you, Kellan. I prefer to be yours. I am yours." It was once all I felt in that
