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Log 24,

And we're back at home again. During those five days of staying, I grew more and more flustered. He, it was quite eventful, the least to say.

I can't seem to think straight whenever I see him. Quite ironic thinking about it, I used to be so used to those glances and minimal touches back then. But ever since I figured out my feelings, at that time of where he hugged me, I guess I've grown shy.

It's funny, it's funny how he can make me like this. Make me feel like this.

He didn't need to do something so big. He was already that beacon of light back then when I was just a poor guy with a bruised ankle and 'staying' in a dark hallway.

I probably saw him as a normal guy with a weird red hair colour that's probably not natural, dyed, had I think of. And that he was harmless.

But now that I look back on it, all I could see... is a guy who came to save my life. A saviour who didn't want to admit being good, a righteous person who thinks so low of himself. A man who thinks that the world is against him, but gods‐be damned, he is my universe.

I'll admit it here, who knows one day he chooses to leave me for someone else.

...

Ah, I'll stop with this thoughts and go to bed. Travelling is exhausting these days, for some reason.

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