Ever since the beginning, Abel never sought love from her. All he kept saying was 'choose me,' not 'love me'. Choose him. Just him. And hearing those words from her was good enough for him. Actually, it was way better than those words: I love you.
Perhaps it was because he never heard those three words 'I love you' from her that he couldn't compare. But what he was certain of was that his happiness and contentment were enough to put his heart at rest.
"Every day…" he whispered, rocking in the chair, cradling her in his embrace. His eyes fell on the window, staring at the vast green expanse.
"So this is what you've been staring at all day long…?" he muttered with a faint exhale. "From this room, sitting on this rocking chair, waiting until night falls where he would come and drag you to a nightmare?"
