It was nine in the morning when I woke up with her shoulder around my torso.
"Good morning,"
The warmth of her body against mine and the way she smiled innocently with her eyes closed, it relived so many memories that I tried so hard to bury at the back of my mind ㅡ my breath hitched for a second, feeling nostalgic.
My hand reached out and moved away the strands of hair that covered her face ㅡ she was aging perfectly like fine wine, she was as beautiful as the first time we met.
At that same moment, my heart clenched at the thought of another man that would soon be hers.
"What are you thinking?"
She asked, looking up at me innocently. I couldn't help but smile at her, I wanted to tell her that she was beautiful with all her hair around her face and her eyes drooping, especially on fine mornings like this.
'Could I really afford to lose her?' I'd thought.
I'd been trying to give it some thought ㅡ but whenever I did, it was getting harder and harder for me to go on the path I have decided to go on. 'Was I being too hard on myself or was it her who was making it harder for me?'
"Nothing, let's just stay like this."
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