How?

The scent of the body is smelled on Kaylila's sense of smell. When the decks are tightly reciprocated. A longed-for figure. A figure who has filled his days. A figure who suddenly left unnoticed. Now that figure is in his arms. A warm, reciprocated deck. Tears flowed rapidly, in between her tears. Those are the tears of longing. 

Nosa is getting tighter and tighter in the body of the woman she so longs for. It's like they both don't want to let go of each other.

"I'm sorry. Sorry. Once again I'm sorry. I didn't know you were suffering so much. I won't repeat it again," she held Kaylila's tiny face in both hands. Removes the melting of tears flowing in the corners of the eyes. Kaylila's beautiful eyes are flickering, there's a wound there. The wound he's trying to hide.