Onyx's words rang out so thin the gentle air serenading the room could break it.
When the last phrase tumbled out of her, a single tear broke free from her right eye.
Just as it rolled down to her chin, she wiped it off with the back of her palm.
That was all King needed to send his senses whirling with strange emotions.
A soft breeze seemed to direct itself to his spine causing him to dither from the effect.
His muscles relaxed, and he had to take his eyes away from Onyx to compose himself.
He looked down at Paris who had buried her face into his shirt, having a full breakdown.
King hugged her closer to him, saying nothing. Just musing on Onyx's silent words.
It was an invitation. An inaudible invitation that made him want to climb on top of the roof and howl out his delight
