[ He curls closer to her and lets his eyes close. The way her fingers comb through her hair makes him feel relaxed even if it's not relieving his worries.
If she died, he doesn't know what he'd do. He loves having her close like this, and he can't make himself ask her to leave him. That's would be the difference between her living and dying, too. ]
Eee, it can definitely happen then~
If she died, he doesn't know what he'd do. He loves having her close like this, and he can't make himself ask her to leave him. That's would be the difference between her living and dying, too. ]