In the bathroom, Jeanne was very serious as she helped Edward shave his beard. Though, ultimately, he still had one or two scratches.
Jeanne washed him with clean water, cleaning him bit by bit.
"I'm sorry," Jeanne said. Her voice was low, and her eyes fixed on the small wound on his jaw.
"It's okay," Edward replied.
Jeanne was not just apologizing for this tiny scratch, and it seemed Edward understood. After everything she had done to him, including forcing him to come here today, he forgave her.
The two suddenly fell silent.
Their eyes met.
There were so many emotions, but it was as if there were none.
They looked into each other's eyes, which were familiar yet strange.
Jeanne closed her eyes.
A kiss was planted on her lips.
They touched each other gently, trying to feel each other's warmth. There was still some left.
Slowly, the lips on hers started to mold hers.
