Years and moisture had intertwined, turning the once pristine whiteness of the plaster to a dull black.
What was initially in blocks, now lay in powder.
Kari thought back to the past, a mix of surprise and an indescribable discomfort surfaced, "You bought this house before we even reconnected."
Not to mention, before we got together.
Ronald looked down, his forehead resting against hers, "Yes."
"You said you wanted a house where the sunlight always shone through, where the sheets were always clean and crisp, where there were huge floor-to-ceiling windows..." Ronald's voice was hoarse, "I made sure you had all of that."
Kari's eyes suddenly brimmed with tears, "I also said we'd always be together."
She remembered her own words.
Ronald's voice was slightly husky, "Kari."
"Ronald."
Kari met his gaze, full of seriousness.
"When you came back home and found out I was getting married, were you upset?"
For so long, she never mentioned the past.
Neither did Ronald.
His lips pressed together, clearly hit by her words.
"I'm sorry."
"I didn't know you had feelings for me... I can't change what happened in the past." Kari's eyes reddened.
"I know."
Ronald had never expected Kari to wait for him during the ten years he was gone.
Especially since they were considered siblings back then.
Just the fact he disappeared for a whole decade, people thought he was dead, Kari shouldn't have to give up her pursuit of happiness for a "dead man."
Ronald stopped her from continuing, "I left for ten years, wasn't there during your toughest times, I'm content knowing you're well."
He never dared to hope for anything more.
Kari suddenly choked up.
Ronald pulled her into his arms, whispering softly, "I've wanted to give you this house for a long time."
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