His rough [skin tone] fingers gently stroked my hair curls. Feeling the texture against his skin. While the other, had it cupped on one side of my cheek. I looked up to see his...
His so, very, tired face.
I began to frown a little. Feeling oh so worried for my...
My loved one.
His lips curved upwards. His small smile gives me so much mixed feelings. It looks so sincere, yet so forced. I watched his eyes wander from my hair to my face. Looked down to my lips then up to my eyes.
Oh dear, his eyes. So dull. Whatever happened to your spark?
His thumb began to move towards my lips, rubbing it a little. He spoke.