As Christian and I reluctantly untangled ourselves from our embrace, we remained ensnared in a gaze that radiated profound affection and concern, illuminated by the gentle caress of moonlight. His hand, a reassuring presence on my cheek, traced a path to wipe away my teardrops with a touch as tender as a whisper.
"Moonlight, are you fine?" he asked, his voice a warm current in the cool night.
“Yes,” I affirmed with a slow, emotional nod, my heart pulsating with a blend of love and vulnerability, and my eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
“PLEASE!!!!” he implored, his words carrying extra weight, imbued with anger and genuine concern. "Never, under any circumstances, walk alone, especially not in this unforgiving jungle. Do you know how agonizing it was for me?" A flicker of vulnerability
