Desiree

Chapter Thirty Eight

Desiree

We walked back into the hotel with my mind still reminiscing on what Killian said.

“I wish for peace!”...

I don't know why but it stuck to me more than everything he had been saying for the whole time.

We held hands as we walked back into the path where we were just fifteen minutes ago, we walked silently not a word from each other

I wondered what could be going on through his mind.

We stepped into the elevator and it was awkwardly quiet

“Why do you love black so much?* I asked him, catching his face lit up in his reflection on the elevator wall.

“Why are you so beautiful?” He teased…

Killian was going all in for me and he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Well I mean, one can say black explains how colourful a soul can be??”

“Is that supposed to be sarcasm?” I asked.

“No, I mean it!”

“Black is ... . black I mean nothing is in its just dark!”..

“Black can also mean darkness, and darkness covers even the most colourful things when it comes!” He smirked.