Katyu
wakes up with a headache. He feels like he hasn’t slept at all. His
eyes were shut but his mind refused to sleep. Contemplating the
circumstance that has befallen him and Kyle. He is now aware of Kyle’s
past. He now knows her side of the story. He would be lying if he were
to claim that it did not bother him, that it did not hurt him. Even the
Dark Knights armor could not repulse the aching.

“I should have met you earlier. And you wouldn’t have to go through all that shit”, he said in a sigh.

He grins. Shook his head and heaves another sigh.

“Kyle, kyle, kyle…the irony of having you.”

He
realizes now more than ever that he truly loves her. Because if he
didn’t he would have parted ways with her already after learning her
past. He wouldn’t dare take a chance on her nor even need time to think
about it if what he feels for her aint true. Now he wants to hold her
so warmly wanting to assure her that everything will be alright now.

He
feels this urgency to want to treat her better, love her better, to
finally give her the happiness that she seeks. Although happiness is
vague when you look at it as an object it should not dishearten one
from wanting to feel it. For the greater part of our happiness or
misery depends upon our dispositions, and not our circumstances.
Conversely, the consequences of things are not always proportionate to
the magnitude of events that has produced them. And so this is why
Katyu asks for time. It is essential to him. He prays that she could
give it to him. He needs to know if he is just a flame to her, one that
would eventually burn out. But when he ascertains that he is not just a
flame everything she ever wanted will be hers…for keeps.

“You have my word”.