◦•●◉✿Mai:The heart of a blue spirited girl ✿◉●•◦

.•♫•♬•Chapter eleven:True love•♬•♫•.

             Brian's 𝗣.𝗢.𝗩                                                   The subway car was a symphony of noise and motion. The rhythmic rumble of the train, the chatter of passengers, the screech of the brakes – it all blended into a chaotic melody that somehow felt comforting.  Mai, nestled against my back, her head resting on my shoulder, was a quiet counterpoint to the cacophony.  Her breathing was slow and even, her hair tickling my cheek with every step.   
  I had carried her on my back since we left school.  She'd been exhausted after a long day of classes and a particularly grueling debate club meeting.  I didn't mind, though.  The weight of her on my back felt like a comforting burden, a reminder of the strength of our connection.   
  The subway was packed, but I navigated the crowd with ease, my steps sure and confident.  I could feel the warmth of her body against my back, the gentle rise and fall of her chest.  It was a strange and wonderful feeling, a mix of responsibility and affection.   
  As we approached her stop, I could feel her stirring.  She mumbled something in her sleep, her voice soft and sleepy.  I smiled, knowing she was about to wake up.   
  "We're here," I whispered, gently lowering her to her feet.   
  She blinked, her eyes still heavy with sleep.  "Brian?" she murmured, her voice thick with drowsiness.   
  "It's okay, you can go back to sleep," I said, taking her hand.  "I'll carry you to your room."   
  She leaned against me, her head resting on my shoulder.  "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.   
  I carried her up the stairs, her weight a familiar comfort.  The hallway was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator.  I opened the door to her room and gently laid her down on her bed.   
  She stirred, her eyes fluttering open.  "Brian?" she whispered, her voice a sleepy murmur.   
  "I'm here," I said, my voice soft and reassuring.   
  She smiled, a sleepy, contented smile.  "Thank you," she whispered, her eyes closing again.   
   I whispered, my voice barely audible.   
  She didn't answer, but I knew she heard me.  I knew she felt it too, the unspoken bond that connected us, the love that transcended words.  I lingered for a moment, watching her sleep, then turned and left her room, my heart full of a love that was both profound and simple, a love that felt like coming home. I had a feeling that I had known her before. But I don't know where.