My only source of light

[20]

The two remained motionless for a long time, no words or glances were made throughout. 

However, their bodies remained united, neither of them making any move to move away from each other. 

Although everything seemed wrong to him, for her this touch was all she needed, what was missing and what made her happy. 

Her gaze had not slipped from the window, even though the rising sun hurt her eyes, she did not want to miss this moment that she would not repeat. 

She wanted to keep it in her memory, just as a picture of the two of them, happy, together. At least just for once.

The one in front had begun to feel uncomfortable, but he didn't know whether to step aside or stay where he was. 

He thought that all this affection that was coming for the girl was just because she was grateful that he could help her. 

It never occurred to him that she was doing this for two reasons, one that he had guessed and another that he had no idea. 

He looked at the clock on the wall that reflected five-forty in the morning, which meant that his sisters and mother slept soundly. 

On the other hand, she didn't think about anything, she just wanted to keep the scent of his masculine perfume next to her. 

The smell made her relax knowing that the boy was next to her and not far away, it made her feel as close to him as possible and she hoped he would feel the same way. 

But her hopes were not heard this time, just as it had not been heard. Mitsuya recovers from the trance he was put in earlier, taking a step forward to escape the girl's hands. 

Due to his sudden movement, her hands inevitably open giving the boy access to escape. She was startled by the movement she had not seen coming, her hands still in the air, unable to believe what had happened. 

The boy uses the dress as a pretext that could explain the situation to her, without hurting the girl in an unwanted way. 

But that hadn't happened, by the time he broke with her hug, she was already hurt, and he couldn't figure it out. 

Her hands were slightly lowered as they reached her body, her head pointing to the floor as if it were the most interesting thing possible. 

A short time had passed and no one had said anything, she was waiting for him to tell her something, anything, just not to put it aside. 

He, on the other hand, felt uncomfortable, but dip there it was as if something in him wanted to feel the warmth of her body once more. 

"The dress is ready and waiting for you to wear it, if you need more retouching it would be good to say now until we have more time." 

Being the first to make an attempt to communicate, Mitsuya smiles at the dress, waiting for her to say something to him. 

Disappointed that she hadn't heard what she had expected, all she could do was walk the same path as him. 

"Thank you, it turned out great, I'm sure I'll get the highest grade." 

She had answered, looking into the eyes of the boy who had turned to look at her at the sound of her voice. 

The fake smile on her face had gone unnoticed by him, as if he didn't even pay attention to what she had said. 

She wanted to ask one more thing, but she was too embarrassed or rather hopeless to tell him. But she was still lost, so anything that could happen will be another rejection.