Stealing a glance at him, I saw again the mark which should have been visible on my left hand instead of his. It was a deep wound, a scar which will permanently stay in his body, a sign that he saved my life. Why do we see a scar as ugly? Physically, yes it is. But for some people, it meant something important; it has its reason. It is beautiful in its own way.
'Are you still thinking about that?' He asked me. I did not notice that he is already here. I'm too attached to what I'm thinking. I stare at him and he is smiling like he always used to.
'Just remember it when I saw this thing.' I answered after grabbing his left hand and leave a kiss on the scar I gave him. Softly massaging his hand, I say sorry for I don't even know how many times.
He sighed and intently stares in my eyes. It is making me conscious, it is making my heart tremble in emotions.
'I don't care if there's a scar left on my hand. If I have to catch every pain, every injury, every harm, just for you to be safe, I would. I won't hesitate even just a second for your sake.'
Some of the people here in cafeteria heard what he said. They are starting to tease us, wooed and wait for my turn to speak. How could he say something like that? It is embarrassing. It is making me melt in my seat. It is making me speechless. I stare down on his hand again and continue touching the scar as I nodded. I am sure that I look like an idiot now, being unable to talk to him properly. He kind of giggle while patting my head with his right hand, telling me to just always be who I am.
'If you're willing to catch every wound that I might have, I'm going to kiss every bit of it until I'm satisfied.'
He stopped teasing me and remain silent like I am. Why? Does he not like it? Is what I said made him angry? I slowly turn my glance directed at him and was shocked when I saw his face looking like a tomato. It causes me to jump in my seat, let go of his hand and take the proper gesture I should have. Instead of responding to what I said, he grabs my hand and we started walking away from the cafeteria with a lot of people watching us.
We're now in the parking lot. He is sitting while I am standing in front of him. Even if it is kind of dark, I can see that his face is still red.
'Don't give a statement like that again. It's too cute that I want to hug you even if in front of all those people.' Embarrassed, he said to me.
Instead of answering, I stretch my arm around his neck and hug him. I can feel his heartbeat, but so is mine. A second passed and his arms also did the same thing. We both stay silent, both conscious of what we are doing, both felt happy. I can't remember how long has passed before we let go of each other. One thing I know is we are both smiling like crazy.
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