Syria’s POV
“Thank you, Kael.”
I looked up at him and my eyes were already watery.
The wind blows in my face.
He reached out, gentle as always, and wiped away my tears.
“Syria…”
“I was just… thankful. Thankful that you came into my life. Thankful that you stayed. Thankful that you are here right now, standing in front of me when I needed you the most.”
“Syria…” he called me, “You don’t have to say thank you. I always do these things for you. Always.”
My chest was pounding so hard it felt like my heart was about to jump out when he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him.
“I don’t even know what to do with my life without you,” I admitted, my voice was shaky.
Kael leaned closer, lowering his head until I could feel his breath brushing against my lips.
“Then don’t think ab
