"Do you regret it?" Lenora murmured to Grey, who just lowered his head after moments with Delilah. Grey turned slowly to Lenora, who was sitting next to him. Her eyes reflected sadness, but Grey couldn't make her feel happy.
"No, that's not what I meant..."
"Then what?" Lenora questioned quickly. Grey stared at Lenora without answering. He looked down again as if regretful and kept holding and squeezing his hair.
"When shall I wait for your heart, Grey? When do I have to wait my turn to get to your life?" Lenora murmured more tremblingly. She had held back his feelings for Grey for so long, who kept pushing her aside.
"Lenora, I like you. I do!"
"That's it?"
"What do you expect for more!" He cut mercilessly in squick pitch. But as soon as Lenora only stared without saying anything, Grey instantly felt sorry.