MARGAUX
Of course, normalcy only lasted for approximately five minutes, and then I had to hide my face.
A man in a kimono suddenly approaches Shiro out of the blue as we weave our way around people.
With the fireworks done, I see no reason for us to stay out in the open.
Aside from thinking that maybe Takahashi's men are loitering and would recognize me in an instant, I was feeling the exhaustion of the day, my body wanting to crawl into bed and sleep the night away.
On top of that, I think I have already said too much. The next thing after this would be the tears, and that's something I wish to avoid.
I won't deny it, though. Shiro is easy to talk with. Plus, I feel like he and I are on the same page, like he's my long-lost brother or something.
Though I couldn't fully trust him yet, there's something about him which I find comfortable.
