•𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱• |𝗬𝗶𝗻𝗪𝗮𝗿'𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆
Heir. That's the only reason why Yin's parents don't accept War even though they have been together for seven years. The only issue that keeps bringing up for the past seven years is that they need an...
Could this be a splendid dream that has graced me or perhaps my mind is weaving an intricate illusion? Yet, the reality is undeniable. I could feel it coursing through me. The sensation of War's body, radiating warmth, pressed against mine as my embrace on him grew tighter and my tears flow freely.
In this surreal moment, doubt recedes and the truth is crystal clear. His presence is real, not a figment of my imagination. The authenticity of the connection is reaffirmed by the way my heart races and my senses come alive as if to testify to the undeniable reality that my beloved is still alive. The warmth of his body against mine is a vivid reminder that this is not just a trick of my mind but a tangible experience.
It's confirmation that I'm not delving into craziness by holding onto the belief that my beloved War is still alive. The palpability of our connection, banishes any lingering doubts, affirming the boundless power of hope and love.
"Phi-P'Yin...is this really you?" War asked and I broke our hug.
As my tears cascaded more rapidly, I delicately cupped his face in my trembling hands. My fingertips came into contact with a scar that marred half of his face, a painful reminder of the car accident's burn. Yet, despite this visible change, he remained unchanged to me, the only person who I had ever loved and captured my heart with my whole being.
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"It's me, baby. It's me, your P'Yin. I'm here," I responded with a voice that trembled with emotion. My tears flowed more freely than ever before as if the sheer intensity of my emotions could not be contained.
My only baby, the keeper of my heart, was now in front of me. My vision was blurred by tears. He...he really was here, whole and alive, dispelling the shadows that had cast doubt upon his existence. His presence was no longer a yearning or a dream, it was an undeniable reality, as tangible as the air I breathed.
War's fingers travel on my face, his touch like a tender caress affirming the reality of the moment. It was as if he needed to physically touch to assure himself that this was not a fleeting dream.
"You...you're really here, in front of me," he murmured softly, a quivering smile gracing his lips as tears welled in his eyes.
He then cradled my cheeks in his palms, his touch both gentle and overwhelming in its intensity. "I miss you so much, phi," he confessed with a mix of love and longing. His words acted as a trigger, igniting a wellspring of emotions within me and I pulled into his embrace with a force I could not resist.
Tears flowed freely down both our faces as the weight of our separation, the months spent apart and the overwhelming joy of our reunion collided in a symphony of emotions. I held onto him as though he were a lifeline, my grip on him conveying the depth of my longing and the intensity of my need to keep him close.
"I miss you too, baby. I really do," I replied through sobs, my voice a mixture of relief, happiness and an almost unbearable vulnerability.
