“When are you going to kill me?” He asked dismissively, his eyes still fixated outside the window. I closed my eyes, and buried my head into his shoulder.

I am deceitful and two-faced. I have been for my entire life, but just during the exact point of time when I had to be the most two-faced, I somehow lost the power to use such virtuosity.

“Now,” I whispered, my voice trembling and husky as I gently brought my lips to the side of his face. Trembling as I turned him around, bringing a kiss to his lips.

He opened his eyes expectedly and looked at me with that look. It was an expression far indescribable by language.

“I forgive you,” Those eyes seemed to say. { 48 hours }