For some reason, a feeling of joy welled up in my heart.
I knew, I was certain that was Khang's silhouette, even though I couldn't see his face clearly.
Because I knew, he wouldn't leave me alone in danger.
The falling sensation was weightless; my body landed in a familiar embrace.
The wind by my ears carried a chill; the chest pressed against my cheek carried warmth.
"A Dung, I'm here."
Khang's breathing was rapid, his chin brushing against my forehead.
He said:
"Sorry, I'm late."
My consciousness was very tired. I knew he was looking at me, his dark eyes hiding deep love and fear.
I nestled against his smooth chin, my whole body burrowing deeper into his arms, and said:
"Not late."
Not late at all, just in time.
Or perhaps, I was just very happy that he had come.
But I no longer had much strength to speak words of love to him.
Before my consciousness drifted into sleep, I vaguely felt a soft, moist touch on my forehead.
