One hour later.
Fyar opened his eyes. The pain in his chest had subsided. Illya's steady heartbeat in his ears managed to calm him down.
Fyar pulled back slightly from Illya's embrace. He stared at Illya's face. The girl was sleeping soundly, a small smile playing on her lips.
Fyar stroked Illya's head gently, then planted a long kiss on her forehead. He closed his eyes, absorbing the warmth of Illya's skin.
Fyar observed Illya's face again. His fingers traced the girl's jawline softly.
"I hope I can really marry you, Illya..."
"F-Fyar..." Illya murmured in her sleep, her brow furrowing slightly before relaxing again.
Fyar chuckled softly. "She looks beautiful even when sleeping, huh..."
Fyar went back to stroking Illya's forehead.
Fyar's smile slowly faded. His eyes gazed into the distance, his hand still moving gently on Illya's forehead.
"A normal life..." Fyar murmured softly.
"Can I get it..."
I don't know why I suddenly dreamed of something like that...
