A Four-Letter-Word Called LOVE (COMPLETE - ENG Translation On-Going)

Act Thirty

Mhairi:

"Please. Please, don't move."

What are you doing, Mhairi?! Why are you suddenly uttering this nonsense without even thinking? C'mon, wake up and move away from him!

"W-We have to go now, Ate."

Go on and do what Chris wants to do, Mhairi! It's far evident that he wants to maintain his elder sister relationship with you! Put your arm away from him now and stop with this rubbish!

"D-Don't—Don't go away, Chris. Stay with, with your Ate Mhairi."

Are you kidding me, Mhairi McHardy?! Did you not heed what you just said there?!

—Could you please shut the hell up and leave me alone?! I know—I-I know what I'm doing, okay? —

HA! Are you having a laugh?! And you know what you're doing?! I for sure know that you have no idea that you're now entering into something complicated here, love!

—LEAVE ME ALONE! Go away and find someone else you can blabber your nonsense whining! –

Chris carefully clings his arm around my waist to close the small gap between us. I don't know what came into my mind, but I find myself moving gingerly closer to his front while gently resting my face on his broad chest to feel his warmth.

His soothing yet, euphoric warmth. Why is it so familiar?

Have I felt his familiar warmth before?

I know I've been maintaining the walls I've put between Chris and me ever since the day his presence started to devour my whole mind and heart. But it seems like that wall I built is not solid and good enough to shield me away from the intoxicating, swooning effect he's giving me.

Because right now, I'm deceitfully breaking the walls I've put in between to let my heart and my emotions be more exposed while not thinking of the consequences of my sudden actions.

Markus is the perfect guy, and I love him, yes. But there's something so enchanting and mysterious about Chris that makes me lose all my senses. He undeniably captivates me more from how his hazel brown gaze looks at me and how he did his best to protect and care for me since we got lost despite my cold attitude to push him away. I don't want to admit it, but the more I gaze at Chris' eyes, the more my heart draws itself into it, which pulls me much closer to him than before.

He softly brushed her fingertips on my cheek. He trails it down to my arm, giving me the utmost chills down to my spine, making my heart leaps a thousand feet above.

God, Chris! What are you doing to me?

The cold breeze from the Loch skimmed through my arm that exacerbated the chilliness I felt. I retrieved it away from his waist and curled my body closer to his front. My mind and heart are currently in a constant battle of what's the right thing to do. The other wants me to move away while the other is rebelling on what the other wants to do. They're both battling who should take the driver's seat and be in charge of controlling my feelings. Chris suddenly moves again, so I open my eyes while I'm still half-asleep. He carefully slips his arm under my head to rest onto it while his other arm fully embraces me to shield me from the cold, chilly breeze that keeps on blowing from the Loch. His heart's melodious yet serene beats reverberate with mine while his warm breath constantly brushes every strand of my hair.