~Mia Mondragon~
After hearing this from Edward Toriba, I refrained from making any more comments. I was aware that no matter how often I spoke with them, the distance between us would only grow. But the more favorably Edward Toriba dealt with me, the more remorse I felt for him, despite the fact that I was unable to show any kind of reciprocity.
I started walking in the direction of the vehicle despite the fact that neither of my shoes had any socks on them, and I realized that I was going to tumble. Edward Toriba jumped right in front of the crowd to show his support for me, and then he questioned with concern:
"Mia, how are you, are you okay? I'll drive you to the hospital if you don't feel well."
The final statement is an undeniable tone.
Despite the fact that I believed I was not
