āā The question startles him initially, too wrapped up in thoughts that would soon enough become irrelevant. Lips purse together, knowing the femaleās soft tone of voice all too well, he didnāt have to turn around to know who it was. The name given, endearing as it was, had also given the femaleās identity away.
He exhales a deep breath, slender fingers pressing to his temple to rub idly, as if to ease tension or push aside some terrible headache that would probably form within a few minutes. It was probably her way to start a conversation that would distract him from his suffocating thoughts, which that alone was something admirable. Even she could tell by staring at tense shoulders that he needed something to talk about, so despite the unwillingness to smile, the corner of his mouth had lifted.
Rose colored strands of hair had covered his brown hues, his head craning back for a moment to flash her a bigger smile now that their gazes had been locked. āItās an interesting color, right?ā He brushes back his bangs for a clearer picture, words mumbled, āWhat do you think? Everyone seems to love it.ā
Sheās been observing the other recently and his features revealed more than anything else Ā wouldā the heart almighty aches; , and what kept you slepless during the darkest of hours, it would reflect in your sight. And she loved him too much to dismiss thisā nothing would remain unnoticed when it was related to those dear to her heart. His eyes , the saddness they illuminated gave her all the hints needed so she could always peek in his moral state. But even then, there were things you simply felt with your soul; things that were so dearly engraved in your heart you would never let go from. They supported the shattered, forgave the unforgiven and helped lost minds find the cure to their breathless selves. Another form of hopeā she would call it warmth. It was ENOUGH to lift the disabled up from the wheel-chair. ENOUGH to bring the dead heart back to life again.Ā
āI am not sure I am quite fond of it, Ā but as long as you like it, it is all okay. That is your hair after all. You havenāt answered my question though; you need to so I can know if I should feel at ease or actually get concerned about you. There are anti-insects deodorant...ā She let out a soft chuckle, reaching out slender hands to him as she gently pinched his cheeks, making sure to have him smile longer. Not for her ( because in fact she hated seeing him saddened ), but for his own well-being.
āI donāt know what is bothering you these days and I would not force you to tell me but remember that you areĀ the onlyĀ person you need to beĀ good enoughĀ for. Donāt let negative, malicious things get to you and ruin you. I know you well enough and I hope you do realize that your state is of great importance, brother. I can always play with your hair or read you things till you fall asleep just like we did back then, in the childhood." Words flowing out like a river; voice low yet loud enough for him to hear. Woohee wrapped arms around him in a warm embrace.
