A/N: I did this while listening to "Fast Car" by Tracy Chapman…a really soothing song. I do hope my first attempt in writing from a character's point of view would turn out quite well.

Nineteenth Gesture:

Words spoken

I was there, sitting beside him as my hair freely followed the wind's breeze. He had his calm expression on again and somehow that made me smile inside. The first time I met him, he looked very distant and confused. But as years passed by, his clouded thoughts cleared…though little by little. Some close friends attributed this change in him to me, saying he was different because he had me in his life. I only shrugged a shoulder and gave a smile in return. If they only knew how I myself have been changed by him.

As I turned my gaze, I felt it settle on the ring that he once gave me. It was too fragile, I mused, to simply wear around my neck. It was simple yet elegant. Its silver features reflecting the sun's light in such a subtle way.

And as I stared at his face, I suddenly felt the need of telling him about what I really feel…of what was obvious with my actions, of the very foundation of whatever relationship we may have.

'I love him.'

There really was no need for outright words to be spoken, but somehow, it felt different, I knew, if they were said instead of simply showed.

I stepped out of his vehicle, fixing the creases of my dress in the process. It had been a long while since I've appeared for what I fondly call as "work" these days. Work being defined as preparing for an upcoming charity concert – an event long overdue, as my manager put it.

He too stepped out as soon as I did, remaining on his side of the car.

"I'll pick you up at seven then." He spoke as he waved a hand, gesturing towards the opened door.

I nodded.

But as he was about to enter, I knew I had to at least tell him - something I had a very strong need to do.

"Kira…"

"Yes?"

But as his gaze pierced through me…I felt the words slowly disappearing. Three simple words, yet my tongue got itself entangled, my throat dry and the intensity of it all boiled down within.

Seconds passed and still, I was nowhere near in finding my strength – a strength ordinarily within my reach. It was awkward, I knew, and for that, I felt a tinge of shame and disappointment in myself.

I always find myself stumbling face first in front of him.

Looking down, I prayed that he would just let the matter go, and would instead forget that I ever called out his name - no matter how farfetched that scenario may seem.

"Nothing…" I managed to say as I turned my gaze on his waiting figure, giving off an assuring smile.

"…see you at seven then."

I then turned around, finally breathing out what I had earlier breathed in.

I sighed. The opportunity has passed...or so I thought...

It was a few steps away when I felt my body being forcibly turned and was later enveloped with two firm arms around my waist. It was then that his scent filled my senses and the soft fabric of his shirt lay against a side of my cheek. The beating of his heart clearly echoed in my ears.

Breaking away from me and still at a very disturbingly close proximity, my eyes tried to search in his for whatever reason he may have. Perhaps it was due to these bewildered thoughts that plagued my mind that I didn't notice how close his face had actually become…little by little inching further on mine as the seconds ticked away. And before I could speak further, our lips met in an old-fashioned manner - his laying softly against mine.

It didn't last long as he immediately pulled away, a boyish grin on his face.

"I love you too."

And he left as soon as the words left his mouth.

I stood there and might I add, watched in awe as his car sped off to the distant.

Though I was myself stunned at what just happened, it took quite a while before I could process everything on my mind.

How could I forget? He knew very well what I was thinking. He had, come to think of it, become a part of me unconsciously.

I smiled.

I guess I'll have something to look forward to after all, perhaps to return the unexpected favor.

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