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Yabuki Nako's POV.

"It's nothing, Nako. See you tomorrow." Yuri said and she gave me a smile before walking away.

As I was watching her walk away from me, I felt my heart sink.

What if she thinks I'm not her friend anymore?

What if she hates me now?

What if after knowing I work here, she'd stop being my friend.

With those thoughts, my heart slowly became heavier and heavier.

It wasn't my intention to hide this from her— from them.

They didn't have to find out this way.

What will she think of me now?

Strange things keep occupying my mind, I couldn't escape from my thoughts and the more I think about it the heavier my heart got.

She won't hate me, right?

Fortunately, the store didn't have many customers today and it's already almost time for me to go home, my shift is almost done.

I started cleaning the counter so it'll be neat when I leave.

I looked out of the glass window, hoping I'll see Yuri but I couldn't.

I let out a heavy sigh.

I am holding the banana milk and bibimbap Yuri gave me earlier and put them in my bag.

I went out of the store and I was about to walk to the bus station.

"Hey... Can we talk?" My heart almost jumps out of my chest when I heard a familiar voice.

I turned around and saw Yuri who seemed to be waiting for me.

"Did you... perhaps.... wait for me?" I asked her as I was looking at my shoes.

She held my chin and put it up so I could face her.

She didn't say anything, instead, she gave me the warmest smile I've received my entire life.

She nodded.

My heart suddenly felt comfort.

She held my hand and pulled me somewhere.

I let her.

She stopped pulling me when we reached the park.

She gestured for me to sit on the bench.

I sat and she did too, it was followed with a deafening silence.

The heavy atmosphere choking me as I started breathing heavily.

She stayed silent.

Unwanted thoughts flew freely with the wind and it got louder and louder.

I wanted to say something for the sake of putting an end to this war of silence but I couldn't find the perfect words.

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