He tells her "ooh love".
He wants her to be happy, he says. Then why was he behaving so strangely? She didn’t want this other Kharon, she wanted hér Kharon. The one that would hold her close, would treasure her, hold her. Smothered with attention and care and love.
Kylin allows him to draw her down with him, gently landing on her knees before folding them underneath her. Right next to Kharon, leaning slightly against his more muscular body. She stares ahead in the distance, only glancing sideways to him so now and then. His words, they make her tense and confused. Why shouldn’t he want her? ”Why not?” she asks softly, her dished head tilting slightly to look at him.
She doesn’t know if his words make her feel better or worse. How could it be they shouldn’t? Why was it wrong? Kylin wanted him and he wanted her, simple right? So she shakes her head, eyes tearing up again. God, she hated those tears, she hated to look ugly when crying. And she had cried so so much already. She didn’t want to anymore, she didn’t want the hurt anymore.
For a while she keeps silent, teary gaze ahead at some random point again. His words swirl in her thoughts, but no way she tries to turn or twist them makes her able to understand. She simply doesn’t, cannot either. Weren’t they meant to be together? ”I don’t, Kharon.. I don’t..” she eventually murmurs softly, shaking her head as she refuses to meet her gaze. Kylin didn’t want him to see her like this, even if he had already.
She doesn’t move away though, instead leans closer against him, hoping he wouldn’t pull back. She needed his touch, his comfort, loneliness would only make her feel worse right now. Something, or someone, had to be the anchor that kept her grounded.
With a deep breaths he squeezes her eyes shut, and when she opens them again her gaze finds Kharon’s gray eyes. She hesitates, only for a moment. ”I want you.”