The Confession

Cohen noticed that Robyn had bitten her lips until it bled; the color was as crimson as a beautiful rose. However, it was precisely because she looked like a rose that her life was short. The more beautiful it was, the shorter it existed. Robyn was like the brightest cinnabar in the deepest part of his heart. Her every move stirred his feelings. If she was hurt, he would feel it too. He only wanted Robyn to feel better. He didn't bear to see her in pain. Suddenly, he kissed on her forehead, cheeks, nose, and lips. Would she be better if he distracted her? In that case, Robyn would only think about the kiss and feel his existence instead of paying attention to the false signal. "My dear Robyn, look at me... Don't listen or care about the strange sounds. Just think about me, okay? I'm right in front of you and holding you. I'm the only one you should think about." At this time, Robyn felt her mind went blank and her heart was about to burst. Her brother's lips felt so soft as if they wer