A Love That Healed with a Touch:
The soft murmur of the wind drifted through the air.
Somewhere, leaves whispered gently against one another. Elsewhere, silence stretched peacefully—as if it carried a language of its own.
Ramish looked at Richer with eyes overflowing with affection and said softly,
"Richer...
I will going to fill every empty corner of your heart with happiness.
I'll always be by your side.
I'll paint your life with the colors of love so completely that you'll never feel lonely again."
The moment he heard those words, Richer instinctively leaned into Ramish's chest.
In a quiet voice, he whispered,
"Thank you...
for coming into my life, Ramish."
A warm smile touched Ramish's lips as he gently stroked Richer's back.
"No...
I'm the one who should be thanking you.
You allowed me to become a part of your life."
For a few quiet moments, they remained wrapped in each other's embrace, saying nothing at all.
Then the manager's voice broke the silence.
"Sir... we've arrived at the Louvre Museum."
The two stepped out of the car.
With a playful grin, Ramish extended his hand toward Richer.
Just as Richer reached out to hold it, Ramish quickly pulled his hand back.
Richer looked at him with amused eyes.
"What was that?"
Ramish laughed.
"If you want to hold my hand...
then you'll have to catch me first."
With that, he slowly began backing away.
Richer rested both hands on his hips, watching him with an entertained smile.
Ramish sighed dramatically.
"Looks like you don't want to hold my hand after all."
Then, spotting a passerby, he called out jokingly,
"Excuse me... would you mind holding my hand and walking through the museum with me?"
The words had barely left his lips before Richer replied,
"Ramish...
just wait a second.
I'll show you exactly how someone holds your hand."
Ramish burst into laughter and took off running.
Richer immediately chased after him.
Like two carefree children, they laughed as they ran toward the museum entrance.
Suddenly, Richer caught up to him.
He grabbed Ramish's hand and gave it a playful tug.
But the polished floor beneath them was smoother than expected.
Ramish lost his balance.
He stumbled backward.
Without thinking, Richer lunged forward to catch him.
Instead, they both fell together.
In that split second, Richer instinctively slipped one hand beneath Ramish's head, shielding it from the hard floor.
They landed with Ramish's head resting safely on Richer's hand.
And then...
Their lips fully touched with each other.
Time itself seemed to pause.
Their breaths mingled in the tiny space between them.
For several heartbeats, neither of them spoke.
Neither of them moved.
Richer was the first to react.
Embarrassed, he hurried to lift his face.
But Ramish laughed softly and slipped both arms around the back of Richer's neck, gently pulling him close once again.
With teasing eyes, he whispered,
"So...
Is this your new way of a kiss?"
A rosy blush spread across Richer's cheeks.
"Ramish...
let me go.
Everyone's watching."
Ramish smiled without the slightest concern.
"My whole world is you.
And wise people...
Care about their world—
Not about the opinions of stranger's people."
Unable to help himself, Richer laughed.
"Come on...
Let's get up now.
This really doesn't look appropriate."
Instead of answering, Ramish leaned forward and placed a quick, gentle kiss on Richer's lips.
Then he smiled mischievously.
"Tell me...
what exactly looks inappropriate about this?"
The question made Richer laugh in embarrassment.
He quickly climbed to his feet.
A few nearby visitors smiled warmly at the adorable scene unfolding before them.
Richer extended his hand.
"Come on...
now really, get up."
Like an innocent child, Ramish lifted both hands toward him.
"Then help me up."
Smiling, Richer took his hand and carefully pulled him to his feet.
The moment Ramish was standing, Richer asked anxiously,
"Are you hurt anywhere?"
Ramish gazed at him with gentle affection.
"With you beside me...
how could anything happen to me?"
A quiet smile appeared on Richer's face.
Just then, Ramish noticed the hand Richer had used to protect his head.
He immediately took it into both of his own.
"What are you doing?" Richer asked, puzzled.
Without answering, Ramish turned over his palm.
It had turned red.
A small scrape ran across the center of it.
The smile disappeared from Ramish's face at once.
"Why did you put your hand under my head?
Look...
you've hurt yourself."
Richer chuckled lightly.
"It's nothing.
It's Just a tiny scratch.
It'll be fine in a little while."
"No."
Ramish shook his head firmly.
"We're going to have it checked by a doctor."
Richer gently held both of Ramish's hands.
"Ramish...
I'm perfectly alright.
Really.
It's only a small scrape."
Just then, a nearby guide approached with a friendly smile.
"Sir...
I have a first-aid cream with me.
If you'd like, you can apply it.
It should help right away."
Richer smiled politely.
"Thank you very much...
but I'm fine."
Before he could say anything more, Ramish spoke up.
"If you don't mind...
may I have it?"
The guide handed him the cream.
Ramish led Richer to a nearby staircase, where they sat side by side.
With the greatest care, he gently applied the medicine to Richer's injured palm.
Richer remained silent, watching Ramish's lowered face with a tender smile.
At that moment, a quiet realization settled deep inside his heart.
Fame...
success...
awards...
none of them could compare to this.
Because true happiness was having even one person in your life...
someone who became restless over the smallest scratch on your hand.
When he had finished, Ramish returned the cream to the guide with a grateful smile.
"Thank you so much."
The guide smiled back and nodded warmly.
Ramish returned to Richer's side and sat beside him once again.
For several long moments, neither of them spoke.
Sometimes, silence itself says "I love you" more beautifully than words ever can.
Beautiful words in Love:
You are the comfort of my soul,
You are my heart's desire.
You are the medicine for all my pain.
How could I possibly fail to find peace in this world?
That you are the message of peace in my loneliness.