"Fabian," I said, my voice shaky, my eyes wide.
He looked down to my lips, then broke into a smile and let me go. His fingers raked into his hair, and he took in a deep breath, his chest rising and falling in a rapid, unstable manner.
He turned away, his lips slightly quivering. I could see just how shaky he was, almost like the night he had tried to put that first aid on me. But a little more. Like the day he had slept off on my shoulder.
Now that I let myself think of it, Fabian was shaky so many times. I leaned to him, my hand cupping his face, and I brought him to look up. There was a glassy layer right on his eyes, turning them fluid. I met his eyes and let my fingers gently caress his face, my forehead slowly meeting his.
For a while, I just stayed there, my eyes closed, my han
