Finally, she arrived at the place where he lived and hesitated for a moment, thinking. If it hadn't been for the fact that she was worried about him, she probably wouldn't have gone there at all. But now that she was there, it was obvious that there was no turning back. Kiyomi closed her eyes and sighed softly, knowing that it was pointless to keep on trying to hide from him, whatever that meant; if he was indeed sick, he'd be able to sense that something was wrong with her somehow, regardless of whether she was hiding things from him or not. He'd know, and that would certainly help to clear everything up – at least if it had to do with that. With this thought in her mind, she opened the door and entered the narrow alley, making her way slowly towards his house in search of him.
Her heart
