"I should didn't this... I lost." She mutter painfully. Such that a blind heart could seeing that she is lost.
She had kissed him lips sudden, whereas she was promise to herself... She never ever must not been his heart, hers home in case.
He takes one step slowly and hold her hands softly. His words doesn't remove her pain, he's aware of that and thereby he wraps all of silence on her wounds.
Solely he is bend over her neck and whisper her ears. "You suppose to lost, but we're winning."
- maybe I must go and write a book which is enemies to lovers? -