𓆩❤︎𓆪 I want to hold on to this shining night where we are happy like a lie. I can't believe it, "Memory" is a word that doesn't have any strength.
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The wind was blowing through my clothes. The streetlights were passing by as we walked further and further down the street. Even if my thoughts told me not to, I couldn't control how my eyes wandered to him; out of the corner of my eye watching him, Shin was walking a few steps ahead of me.
In spite of everything, there was no tension between us. Inevitably streams of nerves traveled through my body. Loose words tried to connect, but nothing clicked. I didn't know how best to begin.
As I recapped what was said outside the restaurant, echoing in my mind; I couldn't help the embarrassment that rose in my blood. Coloring my cheeks in the process. I brought my hand over my lips, futilely believing that alone would keep more such things from escaping me. My impulses.
"I sense your discomfort," he began, taking a puff on his cigarette. "Are you giving second thought to your words?" Once said, the smoke contained in his mouth drifted out through his lips— losing itself in the air.
A shiver ran down my back. I didn't know if it was because of the cold wind that from time to time collided with us, or the fact that Shin broke the silence that embraced us.
Stopped on the sidewalk, cars went on their way, people around us went about their business. Outside of us, everything continued to function normally. Raising my gaze to him, his blue eyes already captured my figure. His expression told me nothing; I still felt intimidated. I'm such a fool.
"At least you were honest." At my lack of speech, Shin leaned back against one of the many light poles. His gaze averting from me it drifted to the ground. My eyelids drooping, in frustration I clenched my hands into fists.
Being honest differed from being impulsive. I did not want Shin to salvage a bad impression from my attitudes. My behavior had resembled a capricious child— even like a jealous girlfriend. It was not what my feelings for him meant. "I'm sorry..."
I could feel his head lift as he listened to me, I continued, "I just want you to know that you are not a bother. I don't know what situation is complicating your return home," my throat closed up, tears running down my cheeks. "But you can count on me. Always." A small gasp echoed in my throat. Hiding my face with my arm, I felt my legs trembling. Maybe it was just my imagination.
Slender fingers intertwined with mine. The warmth they brought with them contrasted with my numb skin.
I didn't dare lower my arm. The sudden fear that, once I cleared my vision, Shin wouldn't really be here and it had all been a figment of my brain; I couldn't bear it. Acting faster than I could process, Shin slowly removed the arm that separated his face from mine. My eyes pink from crying, still holding back tears met his warm ones.
