Arms wrapped around me. Making me bury my head more against his chest. “You can cry.” Seikatu whispered against my hair and I did. “I thought I'm fine.” I whispered against his shirt as I sob. “I thought it's fine but why am I— why am I crying again?” His right hand consoles my back as the left combs my hair so softly. “Being fine doesn't mean you're not hurting.” I cried more. I was fine. I know what to do. I sort things out but— “Why did you make me cry?” the words slipped my mouth. He always did whenever I'm feeling down and the sight of him just makes me show what I truly feel. He remained silent. His chest seems to stop like he got taken aback by my question. I looked up and there's a pained expression on it. “I mean—” I panicked. I caused him pain! “What I mean is— you make m

