Lily swallowed and spoke softly as she looked at Florent and stroked his hair:
"I love you Florent, please come back to me."
Lily closed her eyes after these words and got up from her seat and fell on her knees on the floor. She leaned her head on Florent's hand and just stood there, seeming to be trying to rest with the pulse coming from Florent's wrist.
"Lily....Are you trying to break my wrist?"
While Lily was trying to rest, she suddenly heard Florent's voice and jumped from where she was with hyper speed. When she saw Florent looking at her with his eyes, it was as if tears had started to stream down her face, she suddenly jumped on Florent and hugged him.
The longing for love is felt like a melody echoing in the deepest corners of a soul. At first it is shrouded in obscurity, but over time, like the clarity of a painting, it becomes clear. This longing lies at a depth that even time cannot comprehend.