"I don't think you're weak at all. I think you're really strong," he said honestly. Someone who fell into a coma and only woke up after seven years but still faced everything with optimism could not be called weak. "I just want you to know that no matter what will happen from here on out, I will always be here to give you my support."
[I'm sorry, Mom – can I call you that? I'm sorry for saying those things as if I know what you're feeling. But I truly believe that you would want them to be happy, right? So in your place, I swear, I would love and cherish them and do my best to protect them.]
Because what was beneath the tangled mess of hair was a very unforgettable face. A pair of clear black eyes surrounded by thick eyelashes, a straight nose, and pinkish lips. Add those to his fair skin and people could only think of one word while looking at him.