Rooftop start (2)

"You bastard… I don't even remember the last time I cried as much as I have cried today.

How will you compensate me for this one, hum? Bastard?"

She was calm now, and this compensation she was asking while pressing her body against mine felt weirdly weird and good and strange and well...

"Will a lovely water spirit suffice?" I asked with a genuine voice as my eyes started clearing up and the endless-looking tears slowed down from her casual words.

She was the same until I said that one, but as soon as she heard that, her grip on my back tightened and I heard her cheerful voice.

"Really?! I knew you can't use that stone but, you will just give it to me? You know how precious that one is, right?!"

She was practically plastered against my body and right now, I could feel everything, and I mean everything, too clearly.

And my hands were on her back... this should be enough.