Cherko is teaching me to dance after light. He introduced me to dango, and it is my new favorite food. He keeps me warm on the Winter nights, and cool on Summer days. I keep tripping in his dance lessons, and he laughs, saying "It's cute when you get angry." I have no idea how to balance. I trip all the time, but this time was probably the only time I loved tripping. He reached out to grab me, and I fell onto him, our lips made contact. Mine started to move against his, the desire building up. He bit my lower lip softly and pulled away. His eyes were half lidded, so were mine. Lust clouded his eyes, but we both knew we couldn't do it. A kiss was already pushing the rules. We bid eachother good night, and I heard the gunshot. Orojima had seen us. Silent tears trickled down, and I felt the gunshot more than Cherko.
Diary, June Fifteenth, 2011
