Oh...my birthday...
March 14th.
When's the last time I truly celebrated it? Five years ago? Six? I can't remember.
But this is strange. What is this feeling that I'm getting?
"It's probably best that you forget about that."
I knew that voice.
"P-Please...leave me alone..." I said in desperation.
I was still completely shook from what happened a few hours ago. Having to watch those thugs rip themselves to shreds...I never want to see that again.
"Relaaax, you're not in any danger," Route said. "I'm just telling you to forget about that feeling."
"W-Why though." I asked.
"Because it's none of your business."
His tone completely shifted to more of a demanding tone. As if he was threatening me.
I said nothing. I couldn't say anything. This man truly terrified me.
I simply nodded.
"Good," Route said. "I must leave now."
He disappeared into thin air.
Even though that man terrified me, this feeling that I was having still stayed within me. Just...what is it?