Syria’s POV
“Oh, stop it. You always admire everything I do. You always cherish what I care about,” I scoffed, slightly rolling my eyes, although a smile was pulling at the edges of my mouth.
“Of course, duh,” he replied, meeting my eyes with his composed, unwavering stare. “It's a part of your identity. And you… you’re my other half. No matter what you choose, I’ll be there for you.”
I was about to kiss him, but before I had the chance, he released me. Taking a step back, he stood tall and said, “I’ll just head outside. I’ll return soon. Valentin mentioned that I need to do something for her.”
“Oh, alright… of course, sure” I whispered, agreeing. I waved at him. As I watched him walk to the door, a small pang of yearning arose within me before he disappeared outside.
I redirected my
