Feeling Of Pity And Not Love (II)

I ran my hand through his soft, blond hair, caressing him softly. "Neil…please get up..."

"I love you, Leila. I’m sorry you had to leave to feel better…I won’t let this happen ever again, I promise." He looked back up at me, with an expression on his face so touching that my soul cried, filling me up with that strong feeling of adoration I felt for him. So I also moved down to my knees to join him on the floor, holding his face.

"I’m so sorry, too, Neil…" I whispered, not sure what exactly I was apologizing for because I had a long list of sins that needed forgiving. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me deeper into his embrace till I lost my balance and fell into his arms, and he turned me around, lowering himself down to sit on the floor so I was cradled in his arms and over his legs.