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. His eyes, like tender brushstrokes, traced the intricate contours of her face—the delicate curve of her brow, the fluttering lashes that rested against her cheeks. A faint grimace etched itself onto his features as he shifted in his seat, the persistent ache in his wrist a constant reminder of the hours he willingly spent gripping 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, a sacred ritual of connection and yearning. Day after day, he found himself ensconced beside her, his heart a symphony of tenderness and anticipation. In the quiet hours, he would envision the day her fingers would respond to his touch, intertwining with his own—a silent conversation that transcended the confines of her slumber. But for now, he held her hand with a gentle strength, a testament to his unwavering devotion.

With the tender pad of his thumb, he traced delicate circles on her palm, each stroke a testament to his presence. 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, a touch that spoke of shared intimacy and reassurance.

“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 world of memories and shared moments.

“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 eyes. "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—it only deepens my affection."

His voice grew softer, carrying the weight of his emotions. "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, as if trying to anchor her to him in this realm of memories.

"There's a truth I want you to know," he continued, his voice gentle yet fervent.

His fingers, calloused yet tender, traced the contours of her face with a feather-light touch, his touch a caress that held years of shared moments and emotions. His thumb brushed over the delicate curve of her cheekbone, his gaze unwavering as he gazed upon her features with a mix of reverence and affection.

"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, a delicate balance between vulnerability and unwavering determination. Every word he spoke was imbued with the weight of his emotions, a testament to the depth of his love and commitment.

"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, a promise sealed with the tenderness of his touch. He settled back into his seat, his hand still entwined with hers, a connection unbreakable even by the limits of consciousness. In the tranquil embrace of the waning light, Suguru's presence remained unwavering, his love an unspoken melody that filled the room, a testament to the enduring power of their bond.