"There you go."
Viola slowly withdrew her hand from Ezekiel's forehead. The faint glow of her healing magic faded, leaving behind only smooth skin where a small red mark had been moments before.
Ezekiel blinked, still standing still where he was, as if unsure whether what just happened was real. His hand instinctively rose to touch the spot she had just healed.
Right… she only did that to treat me. That had to be the reason and othing more. He lowered his hand, his thoughts spiraling despite his attempt to stay composed.
If I confessed… would I even stand a chance?
If she were the Viola from his dreams, then maybe saying how he truly felt would not be so difficult.
In those dreams,Viola treasured him more than anything else. But at the same time, he almost wished those dreams remains just dreams
Because seeing her suffer like that, even if it was not real, still left a lingering ache in his chest that refused to fade.
