“How are you feeling?” Marc ran his hand in her hair as Amaya clung to him as she sniffles, hiccupping softly. “I feel awful. I feel like crying non-stop and I feel scared,” she sniffs again, Marc pulling back to see her face.
Her pale face now red, the tip of her nose rosy and her eyes looked a bit swollen. “My beautiful butterfly, what are you scared of? And why can’t you stop crying? You know I hate it when you cry,”
“I-I can’t. I just want to cry…” her lips trembled but Marc smiles, kissing her forehead softly. “I-it was so dark... I... I was so scared... I-I’m scared you don’t wa-want me anymore… I was sc-scared you won’t come for me… I was-” Marc kisses her, shutting her rant to a stop.
“I love you,” he mumbles when they part, panting and Amaya sat frozen. "What?" she looked dazed
