The next day ⨊ woke up in a warm embrace. "Awake?" asked Ian after kissing her. "Ian," called out ⨊. "Yes, right here. See?" said Ian lifting her face up to his. "I can't see anymore. I can only hear and talk now," said ⨊ in a small voice. "⨊ let me see your eyes," said Ian lifting her chin. When he saw her eyes, it broke him cause the violet lines that were there yesterday had now covered her eyes with only a speck of gold visible here and there. Even her body was covered in more cracks than yesterday. "⨊ why have your wound increased?" asked Ian in a panic.
"Its normal," said ⨊ as if it was no big deal. "What do you mean its normal you..." "Its normal for me. It's just your first time seeing me like this," said ⨊ kissing Ian and trying to calm him down. "Does this happen a lot?" asked Ian. "What?" "You getting this injured." "Yes. It's actually less since a few wounds have healed over time," said ⨊ getting up. "Have you always hidden your wounds?" asked Ian embracing ⨊, not letting her leave. "Of course, I can't let anyone know that I am even a bit weak or vulnerable in any form. It's dangerous," said ⨊. "Do you have anything I can wear?" she added. "Here I'll help you," said Ian helping her dress without waiting for a response.
"You know I can dress myself. Give me one more outfit of yours," said ⨊ holding out her hand. "Here," said Ian giving it to her. "Its mine from now on," said ⨊ hugging the item to her. "⨊, I will return to you. I promise my little love," whispered Ian holding ⨊ in a tight embrace. "Its still mine," said ⨊ in a small voice. ⨊ hadn't realized that she had started crying when Ian gave her the outfit.
