It took nothing more than a second for me to become aware of a taste so bitter, so vile, that it nearly caused me to bring up what little food I had had during lunch. I already wasn’t feeling well, and yet, here Dae was, trying to make me feel worse—if that was even possible. I had become so caught up in my feelings towards this request, that it took me a while to realise that he was still waiting for a response, for some form of acknowledgement.
“Even though you do not share the same sentimentality, I feel that we have said everything that we could possibly say to one another.”
Oh, what a lie.
What a lie, what a lie, what a lie.
I had so much to say to him. But it was safer for me to not say anything at all.
“Oh please, Anoa. How can you have nothin
