Amir

One day you were watching a light romantic movie, his arm was gently placed on your shoulders. You pressed yourself against him, feeling the familiar scent of his cologne and something else - his unusual calm that evening. The movie ended, and he did not move, just continued to stare at the dim screen. "You know," the voice was so quiet it was almost inaudible, and then he turned to you, his dark eyes serious and clear. "I've been thinking a lot. About us. About God. You froze, instinctively.