"don't you worry," he said calmly,
"i'll be alright."

she stared at him in silence while tugging at the blue blazer he was wearing, still looking quite uneasy.

"but people can't seem help but set their gaze on a masterpiece when they see one," she half-whispered, her eyes looking down on the ground—an even more prominent sign of uneasiness.

"hey,"
he smiled, hands touching her face softly,
"do you trust me?"
he said as their eyes and foreheads met.

"i do,"
she said.

"i always do.
it might be hard for us to be separated for four full weeks, but i can't possibly stop trusting you.

i never could,
i never would."

he only hummed, then proceeded to plant a speck of his love
on her cheek,
on her forehead,
on her lips,
on her soul.