A moment:
Him: You look sad. I don't think it's because of this, is it?
Me: N-no. I-I'll be fine. I'm fine.
Him: You can always talk to me.
Me: ...Okay.
Those moments make me afraid and relieved with each second passing by.
I'm afraid to open up more than I have already; I don't want him to get annoyed with me too.
I'm relieved that someone notices something is wrong, but of course I lie and say I'm fine.
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