Reunion
I've skipped dinner with my friends, eventually. My face is not presentable at the moment to dine in the fancy cafeteria (restaurant perhaps) of this mansion. Mila stayed with me in my room, putting medicine on my wounds and bruises then patching them with bandages. Isn't she worried that they would discover our relationship? Well, never mind, I won't miss this moment. I'm topless while we sit on the bed and she cleans my face with a wet cloth. I just look at her worrying face and we aren't talking to each other. It's like the air likes us to be quiet. I have this thought bothering me. I couldn't stand it so I speak, “You've seen how badly I lost. I'm not strong enough to protect you as you wanted.” “No, you're gonna become stronger. I know it.” “But how can you be so sure?” “I jus
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