It’s the same room that I had already been to many times before. However, I could certainly feel the invisible pressure pressing down on my shoulders.
Am I afraid to meet her?
What I was afraid of was if the way she would look at me now had already changed.
She cried the last time I was here. And although I returned and held her in my arms, nothing about our situation had changed.
I saw her last when I walked Nami to her house and back then, we didn’t really have the chance to talk to each other. She messaged me once on Messenger but that’s it.
I never ran into her these past few days and even if I messaged her, she’s only responding normally and we never had any decent conversation.
I also didn’t try to push it lest she found it annoying.
That’s why thi