Deirdre started to hate storms and their thunderclaps ever since she was incarcerated. Her sight had
only been robbed back then. Aside from how hard it was to acclimate to that darkness she could no
longer escape, she had to avoid being tormented by other prisoners who were all too happy to
capitalize on her blindness.
A single clap of thunder used to frighten her so much that she would shake despite herself. But since
her life had gone back to normal, she had rarely been this panicked.
Shutting her eyes, Deirdre wiped away beads of cold sweat from her face and turned on her side to
face where the man was.
She reached her fingernails out to the comforter wrapped around him and opened her eyes suddenly.
“Kyran?”
Deirdre ran her hands through his side of the bed. It was empty and cold. He was gone.
When did he leave? Where did he go?
Deirdre lost her sleep. She swiped her shirt hanging from the side of her pillow, put it on, slipped into
her shoes, and went outside.
The living room was deadly silent. She mused for a moment and decided to visit his study. Maybe there
was something urgent from work and he needed to burn the midnight oil. She knocked on the door,
asking, “Kyran, are you inside?”
There was no answer. Just more silence. She pushed the door open, expecting illumination to flare in
her vague, blurry world, and got nothing. He was not there.
Neither on his bed or his study on this stormy night? Where could he be?
For some reason, Deirdre began to feel anxious. He had not been himself today, as if he was hiding
something from her. Putting those two together…
The sound of a car steering into a stop stopped her train of thought. When the door to his study
opened, Deirdre was mulling over whether she should go downstairs to meet him.
“Kyran, is that you?” she called out.
Kyran’s face had a scowl, but seeing Deirdre made his eyes shudder a little. Alarmed, he stepped
forward and asked, “Why are you here? You’re not even wearing your clothes properly! You must be
freezing, aren’t you?”
Deirdre shook her head. “No, it was just the storm waking me up. I couldn’t find you in our room,
though. Where have you been?”
There was a look of weariness on his face. He considered her face, caressed her cheek, and decided
to leave the question hanging.
“Let’s get back to our room first.”
The abnormality in his reaction was not lost on Deirdre, whose heart sank a little.
Nevertheless, she nodded and dropped her question. They returned to their room, and Kyran switched
the heater on.
“Something came up on my side, so I had to go out to fix it.”
“God, that sounded very urgent. It’s raining cats and dogs out there, but still, you had to go.” She bit her
lips and tried again, even more gingerly.
” Does it… have something to do with that middle-aged woman in the supermarket? You didn’t know
who she was, did you? You only said what you said to relieve me?”
Kyran sank into silence. A while later, even that was supplanted by their increasingly frantic breaths.
After their climax passed, he suddenly said slowly, “I’m sorry.”
Deirdre’s heart skipped a beat. “Why are you apologizing, Kyran? No matter what happens, it’s never
your fault.”
He gazed into her crystal-clear eyes and took in the full spread of her unwavering, unconditional trust. It
was so innocent it tore open a hole in his heart. Fingertips quivering, he could not even say anything
and instead chose to pull her into his arms.
Deirdre let herself be wrapped in his warmth despite her puzzlement. As he nuzzled between her neck
and shoulder, she could sense a kind of feeble tiredness even despite his force.
She raised her hand and gently set it on his back. She gingerly clapped it and said, “I’m not a fragile
flower in need of protection, Kyran. I’m not delicate. You can tell me all kinds of things, no matter how
many of them. I’m your lover and soon, your wife. We’re going to spend the rest of our lives together till
the end, remember? So, you don’t have to shoulder the world alone. You shouldn’t.”
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