The Love Chronicles: Tales of My Friends' Hearts

Chapter 3: Diabetes

POV: Shiro

"Sure, I'm all ears."

It was a pleasant afternoon as I sat with my friend Faith on a bustling plaza, the warm sun shining down upon us. The sounds of laughter and chatter from the crowds around us created a lively atmosphere, but in this moment, my attention was solely focused on Faith as she recounted her tale of love.

"Shiro, you simply must hear about Maris," she began, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Our story is one of the most beautiful and enchanting you could ever imagine." Faith's eyes sparkled with excitement as she continued her tale.

"You know, Shiro, there was one particular moment that stands out so vividly in my memory - a time when Maris and I were able to steal a precious few moments together, even amidst the watchful eyes of our church community."

I leaned in, eager to hear more about this clandestine encounter. "Do tell, Faith. I'm captivated by your story."

She nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "It happened a few months after Maris and I had first met, when our church group decided to have a celebratory dinner at a local restaurant. Of course, Maris and I were both in attendance, though we had to be careful to keep our budding romance a secret from the others."

Faith's expression softened as she recalled the memory. "The meal was lively and jovial, with everyone chatting and laughing as we enjoyed the delicious food. But through it all, Maris and I found ourselves drawn to each other, our eyes constantly seeking the other out across the crowded table."

"At one point, I felt a gentle touch on my hand, and I glanced down to see Maris's fingers intertwined with mine, hidden beneath the tablecloth. My heart raced, Shiro, as we sat there, our hands clasped together, our gazes locked in a silent, intimate exchange."

Faith let out a wistful sigh. "It was such a small moment, but it felt so profound, so electric. In that instant, it was as if the rest of the world had faded away, and it was just Maris and I, lost in each other's presence. We sat there, our fingers entwined, sharing a connection that transcended the physical realm."

"And the best part was, no one else at the table seemed to notice a thing. They were all too caught up in their own conversations to pay any attention to the two of us, allowing Maris and I to bask in the warmth of our secret affection."

Faith's expression turned contemplative. "It was a fleeting moment, of course, but one that I will cherish forever."

Faith conjured a small laugh. "She even touch my nails and whispered 'Cut them' I was so drowned in the conversation I responded with 'huh?' and she repeated 'Cut them' and I followed of course." Faith finished and showed me her newly manicured nails.

"So you're under her?" I asked with a grin.

"Uhh ihh." Faith replied.

Now that I looked at Faith closely, She was truly a vision to behold, embodying a beauty that seemed to radiate from within.

Faith's skin was a warm, sun-kissed hue, a rich, morena complexion that lent her an alluring, exotic charm. Her features were delicate and refined, with high cheekbones and a graceful, elegant nose that gave her a regal, almost ethereal quality.

But it was her hair that truly captivated me – a cascade of lush, ebony curls that framed her face in a wild, untamed manner. The way they danced and bounced with every animated gesture, as she recounted her tale, was utterly mesmerizing. It was as if her very locks were imbued with the same passionate energy that filled her words.

And her eyes, They were pools of the deepest, most soulful brown, shimmering with a kaleidoscope of emotions. In their depths, I could see the joy and wonder of newfound love, the heartache of separation, and the unwavering determination to overcome any obstacle that stood in her path.