Insomnia

Aiden looked at Anya when the woman was deep in thought. He didn't know what Anya was thinking right now. Then, his head lifted, looking up at the same sky.

This sight felt so much more beautiful with his loved one by his side.

Anya turned her head and shifted her gaze at Aiden, looking dreamy as the man stared at the sky above him then asked, "What kind of flower do you like?"

"Iris..." Aiden answered without thinking.

Iris was Anya's favorite flower. In other words, Aiden was expressing his love for Anya.

Anya chuckled hearing this. She never knew this side of Aiden. "Just say you like me."

"I like you," Aiden said, looking closely at Anya.

Anya smiled faintly, but she couldn't laugh sincerely. "I'm just kidding ..." she replied.

"But I'm serious, Anya. I love you and will always love you," Aiden held Anya's shoulder and looked into her eyes.

Anya looked away and looked towards the distance. "But I don't love you anymore."