"Ena, don't love me." Victor's warm breath brushed against her ear.
The trace of his kiss still lingered in Ena's lips, but before she could savor it longer, what Victor said put her back to her senses.
"Why not?" Ena cried silently, "But you just kissed me."
"I kissed you because I want to tell you that you are not dirty at all. You are so pure and beautiful." Grazing Ena's soft cheek with his finger, Victor added, "But don't love me. I don't deserve your love. Please listen to me, Ena. You will just hurt yourself if you get entangled with me."
"Victor, wooh..." Ena threw herself into his arms, and instantly, her tears wet his collar. "Why don't you let me love you? Can you give me a reason?"
"Ena,” choked Victor, "if you want to know, I will tell you when your foot recovers."
"Can't you tell me now?" Ena was confused. What did her injury have to do with his explanation?
"Get better soon, Ena." Victor patted her head and added softly, "It's already late. Come on, you need to go to bed early."
With trembling hands, Ena grabbed on to his arm and uttered, "Don't go...Please..."
Helpless, Victor let out a heavy sigh and answered, "Okay, I will stay." And for a while, they both stared into each other's eyes while a deafening silence fell on them. "Have you heard me sing?" It was Victor who first broke the silence.
Ena shook her head as she continued to eye him with so much innocence.
"Then, let me sing a song for you." Slowly, a smile crept on Victor's lips.
"Okay." Hearing this, Ena was slightly elated. She flashed him a smile, too, while waiting for him to start singing.
Soon, Victor began to hum a melody, and his clear voice filled the entire room.
"He came here quietly. He took away the silence slowly, but his last promise did not take the loneliness away. There is nothing wrong with our love..."
The moonlight poured from the sky, illuminating the land outside the window. With Ena curled up in his arms, Victor sang softly, as if he was telling a sad story.
Acting as a lullaby, his voice gradually put Ena to sleep in his arms.
Hearing her relaxed breathing, Victor paused, his eyes full of worry and unwillingness. After checking on her once, he continued to sing, "If we can't wait until the twilight falls, the fireworks won't be too perfect. Our memories are burned to ashes, and we still can't wait for the end. She said it didn't matter. I'm afraid that I'll be destroyed day by day..."
While those words—accompanied by a loving melody--escaped his mouth, memories slipped out of his mind.
Ena was also gifted with the talent of singing. Her voice was as sweet as an oriole whenever she hummed a melody.
Back when Victor was in a sour mood after being rejected by Mary, Ena was there to cheer him up, tailing and clinging on to him like a tireless puppy.
"Victor, smile. Be happy!
Victor, Victor, let me sing a song for you!" Wearing a simple, white dress that highlighted her natural beauty, Ena raised her head and began to sing, "If you are happy and you know it, clap your hands...." After that first line, she paused and waited for Victor's response.
Luckily, he laughed and clapped his hands two times.
Instantly, Ena's eyes lit up as if she was encouraged. She cleared her throat and continued to sing, "If you are happy and you know it, stamp your feet...."
After waiting for a long time without any response, Ena was a little anxious and sang again, "If you are happy and you know it, stamp your feet. Victor! Why aren't you stomping your feet?"
"Well, stop it." Victor let out a chuckle and shook his head in slight disbelief.
"Are you happy now?" Blinking her yes, Ena moved closer and asked him.
"Yes, I am." Curling up his lips, Victor nodded. Ena squinted her eyes and smiled too. All she wanted was to see him so happy, and that was more than enough for her.
Aside from singing, Ena was also gifted in the kitchen. She prepared food and took care of Victor, much like a housewife.
At that time, Victor got sick due to his irregular diet because of filming. After learning about it, Ena rushed to take care of him.
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