“...When you spoke of the red lotus, I wished I was there with you. And the bullfight,” I smiled, squeezing my pen as I wrote on,
“I imagined you’d join in the bullfight someday and I’d raise your victory flag. When I didn’t understand the activities of the Navy, I called myself a fool. And you said, I was the prettiest fool you’d ever known. How you see the best part of me intrigues me and makes me wonder if you’re not just a sweet dream. I know deep down that behind the perfect gentleman exist a flawed human. Maybe that’s what makes you different, even in your darkness you give me light.”
The door slung open and I flipped my diary close. Miss Tania stepped in with a surprise expression, a kind that followed a panicked attack,
“What are you doing here?”
My best answer would’ve been,
