Owen stopped moving. "Are you done？" Cristina asked him. "Yes ‥‥are you alright？" Owen extracted himself from her, then laid next to her and looked her face. His facial expression was both of satisfying and regretting. "It was‥‥painful." Cristina exhaled, looking up the ceiling.
"Cristina, look at me." Owen touched her shoulder. She closed her eyes. "Owen, we can't continue like this." "I know‥‥" He was stroking her torso wrapped in blanket. "I don't know how to love you ‥‥I mean I never wanna hurt you, however, the opposite situation from what I try to make always seizes‥‥"
Then they didn't say anything. Owen thought Cristina would be so upset that leave him in a moment, but on contrary from his presumption, she stayed in bed. "Yes, you are right." After a long pause, she broke the silence. "Yes of what?" He looked at her face.
She looked at his eyes as well. Her face looked faint, but also serious. "I do, I do care about you." "Cristina‥‥" "I don't know why, maybe because you were my dreamy guy long time ago, or maybe because you were hurt but still try to work hard which is respective, or maybe because you told me you want me‥‥I don't know which one is correct, none of them might not be an enough reason, but‥‥I care about you."
"Cristina‥." Owen's face got lighter. "There are so many reasons I should not care about you, but I can't stop‥‥I can't stop this feeling ‥‥" "Cristina, I love you." His body wrapped her and he kissed her neck. He felt water dropped on his shoulder. That's her tears, he noticed.
"Please, please promise me to cure your mental issue, you can't blame yourself every time you sleep with me." "Cristina, OK, I promise you‥‥" "I know how healthy you were‥‥ so‥‥" "Yes, I will be a better man for you." He kissed her quite intensely, and she kissed him back. Then he also licked her tears, as if he had been trying to swallow her pains into his body.
As he promised, he started to face his problem. He took MRI test, then he regularly went counseling. Restoring things on his mind made him feel better.
"Before I started counsels, I hadn't had a will to tell somebody my experiences. Remembering them had been already hard, therefore I had tried to behave nothing had been wrong, but actually that had made everything worse."
Cristina was listening to Owen. "So, can you sleep now？" She asked. "Sleep with you？ Yes, I can. Anytime." He answered teasingly. "No, that's not what I mean, Owen." "I know, well, it's getting better." "Good." She smiled.
"But seriously, we can make love, right？" He was seducing her. Her facial expression turned dark. "Owen, that's‥‥" "Cristina‥‥" He realized she was reluctant.
"Are you scared of me？" He asked her, timidly. She held him. "I don't want to be‥‥" He couldn't see her face, just held her tightly. "I think we need to get to know each other. Going out and talking will be nice." He knew she was tuning down his craving, allusively.