Aston reached my hand and pressing it— as if he is trying to make me calm down in that way.
I looked at Aston who looks concerned at me. I wonder why he always treats me in a rude way and will make my heart flutter later.
"Do you feel that the story was yours?" He asked me about what I said.
I don't know too. I don't have any memory from my childhood because of the accident— but everytime I am on that house and hear the stories from the past, my heart just ache. I am crying. I get too emotional in irrational way. I hate feeling this way.
"Do you want me to find something about that house? I can use some power..." He offered.
I snorted. "W-Wht would you do that?" I pouted while crying.
"So you can have your peace," he told me. "I know how hard feeling that way. Hollow and emotional
