"Helen... look, should we discuss this again?" Fatty moved his arm, nudging Helen, and in that movement, accidentally brushed against something soft and ample... Ow... It's killing me. Fatty felt his head spinning, his body tingling, and when he spoke, his voice carried a trembling mix of fire and ice, "Ever since we got here, we've been so busy, we haven't really had a proper talk..."
"Whatever you want to say, I'll be here to listen." Helen, hanging onto Fatty's arm, a faint blush blooming on her cheeks, bit her lip with a soft smile, "Anyway..."
Having taken this step, Helen seemed to have left the cage of her heart, becoming vibrant and spirited. All the hesitation and indecision of these past days, the fear of gain and loss, had all been cast aside.
Women are emotional beings; few men understand that in every woman's heart, there exists a pure sky. In this sky, there are beautiful dreams, hopes, and all things wonderful, untouched by the world outside.
