I unwrap my arms around Tyler as he holds my hands and stands up. He locks my gaze with his and brings his hand on my cheek, caressing it. He then slips his hand behind my head, closes his eyes as he leans his face in. When his lips touch mine, I close my eyes too as I kiss him back passionately. His tears still keep rolling from his cheeks down to our lips that I can taste their saltiness between our gentle kisses.
When my father and I were eating at the canteen, he suddenly mentioned Tyler to me. According to him, Tyler never cried—or at least he won't let them see him cry, until one day, Tyler suddenly showed up at his house, my father was suprised to see him standing at his door because Tyler already bore utter hatred that time to him so Tyler was the least he expected to show up.
