"Noel..." The moist sea breeze brushed my cheek, and zize's long fingers gently smoothed some of my hair before my forehead.

I gently held his hand and brushed his thin cheek. There was a little bit of weariness on his clear and gentle face. My heart ached, "you are thin..."

"noer..." His warm palm tightly wrapped my hand, gently brought me into his arms, a warm slowly flowing in his heart, his voice gently lingering in his ear, "good, you are here Nice... "

"well Zize... " I held him tightly with my backhand, "where are you, I will be..."

"noer..." As soon as his hand was tight, I leaned...