He would still worry about her.
Instead of fretting anxiously, it was better to stay by her side at all times.
Hannah didn't refuse again, but suddenly asked him, "Do you still like me?"
They weren't on Blue Star now.
They both had new identities.
So some things had to be asked again.
She lifted her head, her bangs slightly messy and fuzzy, resembling a cat that had just had its fur fluffed.
Arnold Simmons raised his hand to tidy her hair, as he had done in the past, a gentle smile on his lips, "Yes, I like you."
Her eyes curved as she smiled, filled with starlight and his presence, "Is it only liking?"
"It's even more than liking," the man answered, gaze focused and intent.
In the profound night, there was one more star—her star.
And only her star.
The starlight was splendid, just like her smiling face.
The sunset fell, spreading a carpet of golden yellow.
Warm and soothing.
Hannah took his hand and walked into the sunset's remaining light, "What's more than liking?"