Echoes of choice : Love and Loss

As Kini walked past me and settled onto the bed, sadness etched into the lines of his face, I couldn't help but feel a pang of unease settle in the pit of my stomach.

His solemn demeanor spoke volumes, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something significant was about to unfold.

I watched him closely as he crossed his legs, his movement exposing his full profile. His gaze met mine, and for a fleeting moment, I felt as though he could see straight through the walls I had built around my heart.

"Are you thirsty?"

He asked, his voice gentle yet tinged with an undercurrent of seriousness. I shook my head in response, my mind racing with questions about the gravity of his mood.

Without missing a beat, Kini gestured for me to sit beside him, his warm smile offering a glimmer of reassurance amidst the uncertainty that hung in the air like a heavy fog.