A pang pulling at Rhea's heart at the expression he was making.
"I'm sorry that you are still hurting. That my love became the epitome of your pains." His voice broke, a tear streaming on his face.
Rhea instinctively reached for his face, her heart being squeezed by her lung. "It's okay." She said comforting, "I'm not going to die miserably this time. I'd be fighting."
Zeenare, held her hand on his face, a weak smile tugging at his lips." I can't let you doing that on your own, not when you're mine."
Rhea chest tightened, her cheeks warming under the way he gazed up at her. It wasn't possessive this time. It was… tender. Like a man hopelessly in love, the kind who feared losing her more than anything.
"I…" She faltered. Her mind screamed that this wasn't him, couldn't be him, yet her heart betrayed her, fluttering wildly, aching for his touch.
He reached for her hand, pressing his lips against her knuckles. "Don't run from me, Urith. Not in this life. Not in any."
