Eira's POV
I felt much lighter after talking to him. The thorn of his silence had been stuck in my heart for a long time.
"You can get up. How long are you going to kneel?" I asked, seeing him not in a mood to move.
"I should be punished with kneeling before you till the end of my life," he said. "This is nothing."
"Get up now," I insisted. "I don't want you to kneel before me."
He finally stood up, holding my hands, and I followed him as well. As we stood facing each other, his fingers gently pushed the loose strands of my hair aside as his thumb wiped away the traces of tears from my cheeks, his hands cradling my face.
His gaze, the same pair of light green eyes I had always loved, observed my face. He was just as handsome as before, a little rougher than the softer look in the past, but even more enchanting.
