"I love you, Ritsuka," I whispered in his ear, trying not to disrupt his peace while he slept beside me.
The sound of his breathing envelopped me in warmth. And I was mesmerized as I watched his chest -
watching it
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and-
"I love you, Ritsuka."
I found myself unable to say it enough.
"I love you, Ritsuka. I love you, Ritsuka Aoyagi. I love you."
I wanted the words to cling onto his ear. I wanted the words to bury themselves in his mind. I wanted him to find himself dreaming...
Dreaming of these words.
"I love you."
And I wanted to touch him, to cradle him in my arms. But his peace was more important than my desire. Because he was an untouched flower and I was a hungry butterfly.
So all I could do was repeat myself.
"I love you, Ritsuka Aoyagi. I love you, I love you."
I did not realize I was crying until a droplet of water appeared on his cheek.
I paid it no mind.
"I love you."