Arya
I tighten my grip on his wrist, whispering a silent prayer to whatever god would listen.
In my mind, I keep whispering 'Xian Xi, don't die.'
Gloomy faces surround me. I must look like a love-struck woman to them - torn by the agony of losing my beloved.
Well, that is far from the case. I don't know why I want him to live so much, and I don't bother so search my tangled emotions for an answer.
But one thing is clear to me, it's not love - at least not the kind they are thinking. Maybe, it's because he is the first friend I've had. Maybe... because he shares a similar background with me.
We have a lot in common, even if he won't admit it.
I return my mind to the present.
His lashes begin to flutter.
I watch closely, my heart tightening in my chest.
His eyes slowly open to reveal blue depths.
For a full minute, he stares at the ceiling. Then, he blinks and turns his head.
His gaze rests on mine. His eyes look a bit confused, but the confusion fades quickly.
