Trixy's pov
Long after darkness, the echo of Zyrons words stayed with me like the remaining warmth of sunshine on skin.
I want you to know that I love you not only as a childhood buddy or best friend. I adore you since this is really what I believe. Therefore, may I court you permission?
Even it's been a few minutes since he spoke it, my brain still battling to make sense of everything. My hear is thumping violently.
I want to say something something else but I chose to be silent.
Sitting at my desk in my classroom, I could feel zyron still glace at me now and again. Though it wasn't intrusive, it was consistent as if he patiently waiting for my answer that I wasn't ready to offer.
Then I recalled him, as though a sluggish trickle of icy water down my spine.
The fellow.
Last night I saw again the shodowy man still watching outside the gate. Still being there did not seem to be coincidence.
