EIRA’S POV

“...The butterflies that never die.”

I felt so freaking guilty. I did not look like I was making drama here. He took it seriously and now I was being touched by his words. That even my eyes were creating a scenery of breaking down. Whatever I said was the content of my heart, however, I would not expect that I would feel him even more.

He cupped my cheek warmly and fixed our foreheads together. He was the most pure and sincere man I had ever met. All of my first impression and researched information about him was trash, battling what he really was.

How would I react...