“Blaze, come on, why do you want me to chase you?!” Tristan asked. He was running out of breath as he kept on running and shouting at Blaze to stop his running.
“Blaze, please!” he pleaded.
Tristan was starting to get suspicious at the act of Blaze. Ever since he met that man, it had never acted that way. He was always composed , and has never acted panicking, or even running away. He knew that he had committed something sinful at the group, but it shall never be a basis for him to run away from him. Blaze never ran away from problems, he was sure. Or maybe , all of those was just an act. He has never been that way. Perhaps, this was the real truth about him? That he always chooses to run away from the problem, instead of actually solving it.
Blaze was going to the thick cover of the
