Love Coming from the Least Expected

Dreams were great. In there, Christopher explained everything to me. He was terribly worried too. How nice it would be if reality were the same. Silently, I wept. No one would know if I ever did that in a dream. I could cry to my heart’s content without having to care what anybody thought.

A pair of hands gently wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes. It must be Christopher’s hands. They were so warm. I hoped I never had to wake up from this dream.

“Christopher… Christopher…” I called his name in between sobs as I buried myself in his arms.

sat up on the bed. Christopher was in front of the dressing table, smoking quietly. An orange-reddish glow flickered near his lips while the wisps of smoke shrouded his dark eyes, so

Come eat.” Christopher stubbed out his cigarette and opened the windows, inviting

allowing my warm body to be exposed to the air. Christopher grabbed a thick garment from the wardrobe and put it on me. “It’s gotten cold recently. You

never purchased such high-end fashion for myself. The size fitted me just right, and the style suited

him in two days, yet he appeared as though he had not rested in

been that

got dressed, took a quick shower, and came to the dining table. A marvelous meal containing all my favorite dishes had been prepared. Christopher’s cooking skills were greatly improving. In the past, his food was either too salty or too bland; he sometimes added too much salt, and other times, not enough. Now, all the food he cooked was tailored according

piece of crab. and managed to dig up some crab roe. Christopher grabbed a porcelain bowl, his fair fingers holding onto the edge. So slender they were, much more eye-catching than

and poured it into a bowl for me. “It’s

the day he left, no matter what I said or how I acted, all he did

say, and I dared not ask him when he planned to marry Monica. I feared I could not accept it if it were to happen soon. I also dared not ask him what he

though I did not have much of an appetite. When I put down my fork and intended to put away the food, Christopher stopped me. He chided me,