Like a flower waiting to bloom.
Hope rises with each and every kiss they share. He even closes his eyes as her lips touch his. But before the weight can lift of her shoulders, hope gets broken. Crushed even. Just before he speaks and turns away, Kylin can see the tears well up in his eyes. And the sight puts tears in her own eyes right away.
Her heart breaks, both because she got turned down and because of his pain. He can’t, that’s what he says, and she doesn’t understand. Kylin really doesn’t. Doesn’t want to either. ”K..k-kha..” she mumbles, voice breaking and trembling, lips quivering as she does. Except for the tears that roll down her cheek she’s frozen, staring at his turned away face as her breath turns into soft gasps.
Kharon talks about their grandfather, and how he was terrible and Kharon not wanting to be like him. It only confuses her more. She does remember the takeover, the invasion of their island, but never had she known that their grandfather was behind it. Nor what Kharon exactly mean with terrible. Or what Kharon meant at all actually.
She doesn’t move when he turns back to her and touches her, just stares at him while silently crying. She wants to brush the tears from his cheeks – she hates to see him crying – but at the same time does she want to move away, to walk away. She does neither, sits just frozen in place as her heart is torn, ripped out of her chest. And yet, she silently begging him to not pull away, to not turn back on her. That might shatter Kylin’s heart beyond repair.
But. She still didn’t understand.
”But.. But I-I w.. want y-you..”