His eyes as he muttered that to himself were bloodshot. He was like a volcano on the verge of erupting.
When I squeezed Calcilast-sama’s hand, his expression completely changed and he said, “Marikana…”
I’m sure he got angry for me… I’m a little… quite happy.
My love for him exuded from the pores of my skin.
No, of course it’s a metaphor…
Unable to look straight at his face, I stared off into distance as we began walking. The cobblestone continued being white as far as I could see.
Life will end before I know it. By the time I notice, I’ll be a granny.
I wonder what I can do by then.
I wonder if I’ll reach the end without really doing anything. When I thought that, I sighed.
I took a deep breath. I wish my anxiety would disappear…