Talks

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She opened her eyes again, and was met with the worried look of her God.

He tilted his head. “Are you okay?”

She didn’t respond.

“I did apologise.” He said.

She still didn’t say anything.

“Sorry.” He said.

She frowned at him.

He sighed. “How can I make it up to you?”

Nothing.

His eyes flashed. “You have to talk to me.”

Now she tilted her head. “Yes, my Lord.”

He groaned. “Not this again! Please. I didn’t mean to kiss you.” He reached out and took her hand. “I’m sorry.”

“What do you want?” she asked. Her voice was devoid of emotion.

“Nothing! Honestly.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Really?” she asked skeptically.

He blushed. She resisted the urge to smile, or touch his face. He was cute when he blushed. So adorable.

“And how exactly do you see us in a relationship?”

“I…I’m not sure. I just…You’re so beautiful. You’re pure and wonderful and peaceful and amazing.”

She sighed. “So you do want a relationship.”

He gave her a small smile. “Yeah. Sorry.”

She sighed and fell backwards on the bed. “Great.” She opened her eyes and almost jumped. He was leaning over her now. So close to her. He smiled sheepishly.

“Ah, sorry,” he said and pulled away.

She closed her eyes. “It’s weird.”

“What?”

“You looking like that.”

“What?”

“Like a child.”

“Ah.”

“Mmm.”

“I’ll have to work on that.”

“Yeah.” 

“I have to go now.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” 

A draft blew in from the window, and when she opened her eyes, he was gone. 

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