His lips stay the same. It was the sweetest kisses that I had, for I poured my all heart on it. “ I wish you where real,” I told him and gently touch his cheeks.
His soft fingers guided my hands and he made it stopped at his lips. “I am real, darling,” he mentioned as the gush of the wind makes everything felt colder.
I was just stunned with his words. “ W-What do…..you… you mean you’re real…..”
My voice is quivering and I don’t know if it’s because of the cold or if its because of anticipation and shocked. I don’t know what to think and it seems like my ability to think was washed out by the rain as it continues to heavily pour down on us.
It was raining and soaking us but I don’t care. My mind is still fixated by the man infront of me.
“ H-How?” I whispered and touched his face once again, not minding that the thunders became loudly on roaring.