Amon kissed my lips, lowering his hand from my jaw. "Didn't I already tell you... that I love you," I said softly, whispering. "No, Wisa," Amon's hand reached for the back of my head, pulling me until I rested against his chest. I was wrapped in his warm embrace. "You've never loved me before." "I love you, Amon," I said firmly. "You never asked how I was doing. Didn't ask for a phone even though you lost yours. Never asked me for a thing. You..." Amon's voice hitched, "Never missed me, Wisa." My body froze in Amon's embrace. My heart felt like it stopped beating. I gripped the fabric on Amon's back tightly, mulling over his words. "You were so indifferent to me that I thought you'd run away from me again." "I'm not going to leave you, Amon." "How am I supposed to believe that after you almost ran away from me twice?" Amon tightened his grip around my waist, as if locking me in place so I couldn't move an inch. "That day…” "The first time when you chased after your mother,
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