𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇 Suguru Geto

Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR

BATHED IN THE GENTLE EMBRACE OF THE SUN'S WARM RAYS, Suguru sat steadfastly beside Y/N's slumbering form. Like gentle brushstrokes, his eyes followed the fine lines of her face, including the fluttering lashes that brushed her cheeks and the delicate curve of her brow. A slight scowl etched itself on his face as he shifted in his chair, the nagging pain in his wrist serving as a continual reminder of the hours he voluntarily spent holding her hand. Yet, despite the discomfort, he clung to her touch, a lifeline that tethered him to the hope of her return.

This position had become his sanctuary. Day after day, he found himself ensconced beside her, his heart lulling a symphony of tenderness and hopefulness. In the quiet hours, he would envision the day her fingers would respond to his touch, intertwining with his own. But for now, he held her hand with a gentle strength.

With the tender pad of his thumb, he traced delicate circles on her palm. His voice, like a whisper of wind through the leaves, infused the room with a warmth that mirrored the sun's glow.

"I remember doing this once," he began, a soft, reminiscent smile gracing his lips. "It was the night I confessed to you."

As his words flowed, his thumb continued its tender ministrations.

"I can still recall clearly how you had a sudden ache in your chest," he recounted, affection and a touch of amusement lacing his voice. "I was so worried that I didn't hesitate to rush you to the hospital."

Leaning in, his lips brushed against the back of her hand in a gentle kiss, his heart revisiting that moment through the sensation.

The room bathed in the soft, golden hues of the setting sun, casting a warm, orange embrace. The world beyond the window seemed to fade, leaving them cocooned in their own worlds.

"There was a moment when I thought I might lose you," he confessed, his voice carrying the weight of his fear. "But then you woke up, and the first thing you said was the answer to my confession."

His gaze remained unwavering, a mix of longing and adoration dancing in his hues. "I was grateful, of course, but honestly, I was tempted to scold you since you were more focused on addressing my confession than inquiring about the reason why you were in the hospital."

His lips curved into a tender smile. "But that's what makes me love you even more. Every ounce of concern, every moment of vulnerability--t only deepens my affection."

His voice grew softer. "Losing you... I can't even fathom it. You've become the pulse in my veins, the rhythm of my heart."

With each word, his grip on her hand tightened.

"There's a truth I want you to know." 

With a feather-light touch, his calloused yet delicate fingers traced the features of her face. He looked at her features with a mixture of admiration and affection, his thumb gliding over the delicate curve of her cheekbone.

"Did you know," he began, his voice a hushed whisper that seemed to hang in the air, " that you've become so entwined with my life that I can't imagine how to go on without you beside me? The idea of losing you... it's like a vacuum, an emptiness that's too painful for me to even think about."

The timbre of his voice carried a tremor. Every word he spoke was imbued with the weight of his emotions.

"So, Y/N," he said, his voice gathering strength, "if ever fate dares to part us, know this: I won't hesitate. I won't hesitate to follow you, to chase after you, even beyond the realms of this world. Because a life without you, my love, is a life devoid of meaning, a life not worth living."

As his words hung in the air, he leaned in, his lips brushing against her forehead in a soft kiss. He settled back into his seat while his hand still entwined with hers.