FREEDOM DAY IV

FIRA'S POV

I read the depths of his eyes as he stared at me. I saw the mixture of emotions: love, admiration, adoration, lightness. Whatever it was on his face, I would not want to name it appropriately. I might be guessing the wrong expression.

I found any words that could be the response to his question. My lips moved open, but it did not say anything so I closed it, afraid of being invaded by the mosquito. I was about to answer his question when someone bumped on me. I was about to drop on the ground when Pyro held my waist. I was bending my body backward as Pyro was in front of me, supporting me.

We stared at each other's faces for so long. I watched the opening and closing of his lips, wanting to say something, but did not try to spell out. He pulled me over, not removing his hands on me.

"Fira, what's angel look like?" Out of nowhere, he asked me that question which I could not get.