Forgiveness that I find so hard for me to do seemed light and easy as a feather for Deimos. He forgave my constant pushing with just two words that came from my mouth. And for the first time in my life, I admire him. At first glance, he seems like the person who would ask you to beg and cry for forgiveness on your knees but he showed me something completely different.
"What is it?" Deimos asks as he drinks his coffee. This male hides under thick skin that I need to peel little by little to see the parts of the real him. I thought I knew him at least a little but he keeps showing me I am nowhere close. I wonder what else he will show me.
Large warm hands cup my face gently as his thumb strokes across my cheeks. "Lumina?" His soft voice calls out to me and I finally meet his eyes.
