"I...I...I"
I held him closer, and smiled beautifully.
I grabbed his head again and cuddled it. For he was weeping now. Bittersweet memories were recalling through him now; and there wasn't much I could tell him except show affection. Carress him with the fact, there wasn't a need for this hiding.
"Go on..", like a cat lured in with mice, I hummed in a beautiful tone.
But will fate ever give me the opportunity?
The door barged open, its back smashing against the wall; the sound throwing our proximity into dust.
His sorrowful face zoomed into a blank expression; while I began to pour a cup of tea for myself.
"Ugh!"
The hot sensation bit my skin, almost being the greatest reason for Frankie and an unantipcated vistor to walk in then.
"Woah! Chil maan..", he rubbed my hand a little
