SWEET LIKE CANDY

CHAPTER 68

I touched Alan's wet cheeks and wiped away his tears. I even ran my fingertips through his lashes.

"I, uh, I can't get in touch with you , and you don't come to school... So I thought you wanted to break up with me."

Alan's moist eyes turned to me.

He shook his head slowly.

"... Because I am afraid."

"... ... ."

"I didn't want to contact you because I was afraid you'd ask me to break up with you. You said you had something to say, so I...."

Alan couldn't finish his sentence. He bit his lip and lowered his head for a moment.

I thought he was going to cry again, so I held Alan's cheek with both hands and lifted it.

The sorrow that had washed away like a hurricane had subsided, but a more intense emotion had raged.

No one could have imagined Alan crying because of me. That Alan Hemmawich.

His eyes were puffy as he looked at me. I felt a lump in my throat.

I kissed Alan.

With a quick kiss, Alan's eyelids trembled.

Tears streamed down my lashes.

How could he look so pretty. I couldn't bear the overwhelming emotions.

Then I opened my mouth as casually and unnoticed as possible.

"I'm not asking you to break up."

"..."

"Uh... and I thought, you wanted to break up with me."

Alan, who had tightly closed his eyes, put his palms on his eyes and wiped away the tears.

Still, his eyes were red. He took a deep breath. And then I could hear his low voice.

"... What made you think I wanted to break up with you?"

"I... Uh, I'm a little rude to you... You made it obvious that you were surprised ."

In fact, I was terrified, but I changed my words out of shame.

Still, Alan seemed okay. He shook his head quickly.

Then he lowered his head slowly.

"I had no intention of breaking up with you."

His voice sounded self-deprecating.

I haven't done anything for him. Why does he like me so much?

But I didn't ask. I was not in hurry to ask him why he likes me.

Anyway, it was true that Alan and I like each other.

I decided not to rush into the tangle of emotions.

Instead, I took Alan's wrist and guided him into the room.

I didn't think it was right to just sit in the living room.

When I initially entered the room, I got onto the bed and sat in the corner, while Alan folded one leg up and sat on the bed.

I was looking at his face despite my nervousness, but he quickly avoided my gaze.

"Are you not going to look at me?"

His gaze slowly moved to me when I asked.

My cheeks rose as I raised the corners of my lips. I wasn't smiling because it was funny; I was smiling because it was awkward.