92. Framed.

Kim Mun Ho.

It is almost dawn, I could watch her for a few more hours, I don't mind that at all. If I have to be a little selfish for a few hours more, then so be it. I hold her right in my arms.

Just a few hours.

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Kira.

I opened my eyes to the light and I feel empty again, the warmth was gone. I run my palms up and down my arms trying to convince myself that I was dreaming and it was a dream but no matter how I compare it, it felt so real. There was someone in my bed. His scent was plastered in my head, I felt his warm embrace, I felt his touch, his breath, his protection. I was buried in him.

The night was not as cold as usual, I felt entirely different, I felt emotions I have never felt before rushing from all parts of me, so there is no convincing me that this was not real.

I rushed out of my bed hurriedly as my eyes moved everywhere.

What was I searching for exactly?

Whom am I searching for?