Kiara
For a little moment, I searched his face. He was certainly wary. I could tell he was nervous from his demeanour.
"Yes, I trust you with my whole heart," I mentioned. "Whatever you did has saved my life. I don't see a reason why I shouldn't trust you."
My attention was drawn to the strain in his eyes. I offered a little smile. I wanted to take his fear away. I wanted to be his console and reassure him that I would never leave him. Sighing, I continued to speak.
"I remember being stabbed. I was struggling to breathe and I lost a lot of blood. I was certain that I was dying but you saved my life."
He blinked. He visibly relaxed. My words seemed to have brought some amount of relief to him. I could see how his tensed muscles loosen up.
"You're not mad?" his voice was merely abov
