BLINDED BY LOVE

CONFESSION

The last activity of the day at the amusement park was riding the Ferris wheel.

It was a place for light-hearted couples’ dates, neither thrilling nor physically demanding, making it a perfect way to end the day.

By this time, everyone was tired and quietly queued up.

Naturally, Jennie and Aonn were in one Ferris wheel.

Before going up, Jennie was chatting with Pon, “If you have a girl you like, take her on the Ferris wheel. You know, it’s a sacred place for confession.”

Pon truly had no idea.
He listened attentively, “Why?”

He vaguely recalled, “Ah, is it because the Ferris wheel is a place for two people alone, and reaching the highest point can get the blessing of the god of love? I think I read about it in a novel…”

But Jennie shook her head solemnly.

“It’s because the Ferris wheel is in mid-air, and the person being confessed to has nowhere to escape. Even if it’s awkward as hell, they have to finish the second half of the ride with you.”

“…”

Pon couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
“That’s true.”

He shook his head, unable to understand this not-so-romantic answer.

But his gaze involuntarily drifted towards Sailub, who was at the back of the line.

On the Ferris wheel, Pon relayed Jennie’s joke to Sailub.

He said to Sailub, “According to her theory, besides the Ferris wheel, even a boat in the middle of a lake, a cable car on the mountain, or even a remote forest should all count as confession sites, since the other person can’t escape anyway.”

Sailub’s lips curved upwards.

He didn’t have much sense of humor, but he found this joke somewhat amusing.

Looking out the window, Sailub saw that the night had fallen outside the Ferris wheel.

He hadn’t been to an amusement park much in the past twenty years, and the few times he did were for part-time work.

He once worked at a bubble tea stand in the amusement park, sprinkling colorful marshmallows on ice cream and handing them to one child after another who stood on tiptoes.

This seemed to be his first time as a visitor riding on the Ferris wheel.

And the person he was spending this Ferris wheel ride with was the person closest to him in recent years.

Sailub tilted his head slightly and glanced at Pon.

Pon sat on the side near the window, his face close to the glass. The neon lights on the Ferris wheel blinked continuously, reflecting on his face, even making his eyelashes seem to glow.

He had been avoiding Pon these past few days, but the reason was a bit different from what Pon guessed.

He avoided Pon because that day, in the well-lit room, while seemingly calm and steady, he had observed and sketched every detail of Pon’s body.

But behind the easel, his Adam’s apple had moved slightly.

And deeper down, his usually calm heart had thudded heavily against his chest, causing him some discomfort.

That night, after Pon left, he had a dream.

An indescribable dream.
Pon was no longer lying across from him but nestled in his arms.