After Augustine's words, he leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to Charles's forehead. "Let's meet tonight, okay?" he murmured, his voice softer now, a stark contrast to the heat in his previous words.
Then, without another glance, he leaned away from Charles.
With that, Augustine turned on his heel, making his way to the door.
The moment he stepped out, he closed the door shit behind him, leaving Charles standing there, heart pounding, mind reeling.
'Why does that kiss feel so comforting?' Charles wondered, his thoughts swirling as he absentmindedly touched his forehead.
The brief press of Augustine's lips had left behind an unexpected warmth, a strange sense of ease, as if in that fleeting moment, all his worries had been lifted.
Sigh!
Charles sighed loudly, turned around as he made his way towards the staircase.
He climbed a few steps when all of a sudden his vision began to blur and his legs began to feel weak.