That night, I was brought back by the man in a daze. My head hurt. I didn't want to look weak, but I couldn't help falling into his arms and not wanting to let go when I smelled the faint cologne on his body.
"Oh, you." He seemed to have sighed, but it was so light that I thought I had imagined it.
He picked up the phone and made a phone call. Then he took me into the car.
How could someone like him sigh? He should be strong. No one could defeat him. No one stood a chance against him.
I didn't know why I always had this feeling.
After a while, someone started the car. It drove steadily. The lights on the road shone on my face, leaving trails of light in my eyes.
I frowned. The person beneath me stopped for a second, and then the uncomfortable spots of light disappeared.
"...You're s
