short story
“Wake up, Civiana. you're safe, I'm already here.” I smoothed her hair while she was lying on her bed.
“Thank you.” I heard her whisper, while still closing her eyes.
{I'm Civiana, I'm afraid of many things. I don't have a family anymore. They died when the plane we were on, crashed, but I survived that incident. Only Neshue gives me courage, only with him I feel no fear.}
[She's Civiana, the woman I admire not because of her beauty or her outward appearance, I admire her because she has a very good heart and she is very honest in everything. Until the admiration I felt deepened until I realized that I loved her, I always visited her at her condo—well, maybe it's better to say that I've been living here, it's been two years since I moved in here, because I want to take better care of her. she has xenophobia while she also has homophobia. but her illnesses are not an obstacle to take care of and love her truly and honestly. I love Civiana whatever and whoever she is.]
“I love you. . .” I whispered to her and kissed her forehead.
“Just a little time, Neshue. Please, give me a little more time. It's impossible that I won't learn to love you either. I like you, Neshue.” she said while tears fell from her eyes.
“I will wait, Civiana. I will never get tired of waiting for you.” I said as I closed my eyes tightly, I felt tears fall from my eyes.
It hurts, but I won't breastfeed until she learns to love me too.
until that 'I like you' turns to 'I love you'.
I will wait, Civiana.
I
will.
©thrnfrost
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