wine catches his breath, inhaling actuality with gusto before he speaks, "i still don't know many things about love. i still don't know who i truly am. sometimes, i think i understand what it means. but often, i still don't. it's so confusing. i know i should be learning more about it. but now, maybe, i think i know how it feels..." he pauses, fluttering his eyes close briefly, only to sense faifa's hands creeping up on him, ghostly touches tormenting him for the rest of his life, relaxing on both sides of his face, cradling him tenderly.
"i think i know how it feels when i'm with you," wine confesses, and it's as close to madness as it can ever be.
between fleeting touches and unspoken confessions, their world tilts, pushing them toward the inevitable. wine has never been good with words, never understood love in its entirety—but maybe, just maybe, he understands it when he’s with faifa.