Lovely

And slowly Leonel walked backwards, sitting upon the bed, his face glued to his hands, he muttard words, which seemed to make little or no sense to Ismael, who had stood watching his reaction.

“Not now” he said, raising his eyes towards Ismael.

A blood red eye, he had on, racing strands of fear upon Ismael's heart.

“What do you mean?“ Ismael questioned, his tone vividly showing the fright of uncertainty, he had inwards.

Leonel stood back up as Ismael had questioned him, his gaze never detached from Ismael, as he walked ponderously towards Ismael. “Never mind” he responded “what matters now is the present” he said.

Unsure yet of what ends Leo was taking, Ismael gave on a still like embrace drawn by Leo himself.

“What's wrong?” Leonel questioned in whispers, “Why are you holding back ?“ He asked once more.

“A hug isn't at the tiniest a welcoming assurance to such a proclamation” Ismael responded, densing down the fright, which had once raced through his mind.

“Little worries” Leonel ass