From Emily's point of view.
I didn't see Simon for the rest of the afternoon.
I didn't try to look for him either.
That was because I knew the reason why he was sad, and yet, I couldn't comfort him.
Perhaps Simon would give up on his feelings towards me because of this. If I were in his place, I would've done the same.
I can understand.
Just as I firmly thought so, there was a knock on the door that evening.
I opened it, only to see Simon standing by the door.
He was dressed in gray sportswear, with his curly golden hair covering his forehead. For a man standing at 1.9 meters, he looked as docile as a sheep right then.
His voice was tender as well. "Emily, I've heard that you're suffering from a loss of appetite. I've prepared some of your favorite food for you."
"These a
