Kyan
He didn't need much to be happy. Aoife was enough. It was in the way he looked at her — as if everything around him lost its importance. As if every detail of her was something he would never tire of discovering. He paid attention to small things. I knew when she was pretending to be okay, I knew when she needed silence or a hug. And, even without her asking, he was there. Always. It wasn't a noisy love. It didn't need to be. It was constant. Firm. Safe. He liked holding her hand for no reason, being close just for the sake of it, watching her talk about any random thing as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. And, somehow, for him… it was. Because everything about her mattered. And deep down, he knew: It wasn't just about loving Aoife. It was about choosing her, every day, as if it were the first time. he was obsessed, she was his sect, his devotion, he would buy her the world, because for him, money was not the problem.
About Kyan
He didn't need much to be happy. Aoife was enough. It was in the way he looked at her — as if everything around him lost its importance. As if every detail of her was something he would never tire of discovering. He paid attention to small things. I knew when she was pretending to be okay, I knew when she needed silence or a hug. And, even witho...Read more