"I'll be yours."
I say loud enough for him to hear me and he stares at me with a small smile attached to his lips. Those grey, sometimes bluish eyes, were looking at me in wonder and I couldn’t suppress the blush that covered up my cheeks and tips of my ears. They were so harsh-looking a few moments ago, but now they were shining in adoration. It was as if he was showing me how he truly can be, despite all the hardships his condition gives him. In that moment, my mind wonders away with the question of what his problem is, what kind of medicine and psychology lies behind his outbursts. But somehow, I couldn’t escape the constant stare, so my hands made it to my face, trying to cover up the evidence of embarrassment. A chuckle, which I rarely ever heard, bubbled out of him.
His hands remov
