Via Black-and-Blue Desire ✔

Thirteenth Part - The Taste of Dawn

"I think it's ... about time," the purple haired guy says and Cleayé looks at him, waiting for what is he going to say. "My body's giving up, but ... before I ever let this heart to stop, I have ... a favor to ask you."

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Part THIRTEEN

The Taste of Dawn

The girl turns anxious. She remains speechless as she waits to what he is going to ask her, on what his concern is.

He looks deeply into her puzzled eyes. "Kiss me. Think it's the first and the last time."

It was calmly said, hopeful, but to those who have heard it sounds like begging for a peaceful death.

They, especially her, turn wide-eyed for a moment. She gulps and she studies his eyes. Did he just say the things she heard? Are her ears failing her? He asked for a kiss? Is he even serious?

She mentally shook her head. Knowing him, they believe how impossible it is for him to ask that but he actually did.

He actually asked for a kiss—from Cleayé, whom he treated like just another someone and whom he always overlook, making the girl annoyed and cursed him to hell.

Even so, she never got tired of waiting for him—on the time he'll notice her the way she wants.

The purple haired lord is hopeful. He's somewhat begging for her to do it. He wants it. In fact, he needs it. He needs a kiss from someone he wants.

Her face turns reddish and she seems to be starting to cry. However, she doesn't want to let those stupid tears stream down. She bitterly tells him, "You idiot. Why are you saying that?"

She cries but he's still hopeful.

The black-haired sorcerer leans his back against the wall and tells Dominique, "I haven't expected it to be this dramatic."

Dominique shrugs. "You are the one who told them he's going to have a dramatic death remember?"

Changing the topic, Dominique says idly while looking at them, "You know what? If only one person knows the truth, it is less likely to be revealed."

"Huh?" Andrew asks knitting his eye brows together.

He breathes down. "It's Gielien. He's always like that. He always keeps the truth to himself, making him quite unpredictable. It's his habit not to reveal the truth. It will only be unveiled once you realized it to be the truth. He uses that tactic every time he wants something to happen. He can always be victorious if he wishes to," he states at him calmly. "You see, in my days with him, he proved that he can be more dependable than I am."

"Even if he used to depend on you on those days? You must regret leaving him." Andrew smiles and looks at them again.

"Shut up," Dominique orders. "I wouldn't like it if he suddenly disappoints me after all this time."

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"Cleayé," he says her name again.

His face becomes sad and he looks away. He can't see her cry because of him. His eyes are now failing him. He can't see her face as she cries.

He wants to touch her face and clear her tears but he apparently can't. He's still immobilized and even if he's not, it's still a lot of effort for an injured man like he is.

He thinks—will he still hope for her to do the favor he asked? He's doubtful although he doesn't want to.

Cleayé's still crying and looks at him. She notices—his eyes look really tired and sleepy. "Lord ... Gielien?" she mutters, making sure if he's still conscious but there's no response.