The sound of the clock ticking made the man wake up, looked at the open window of his room, and then moved up to the window. It turned out to be late and he had fallen asleep in his study from thinking too much earlier.
He exhaled roughly, rubbing his face with a gaze that fell on the night sky. Was he not going to be able to see that girl again? Ah.. the memory was trying to destroy him again and he immediately closed his eyes tightly.
Hoping that the memories of those days disappeared, the memories of the times he was with that girl. The girl who always shut up and didn't talk to him much, but he always liked her.
She still liked the girl's attitude, actions, and gaze full of emptiness. Even though he knew that the girl was hurt, he kept quiet because he didn't want to make her cry. One day he asked about the wound on the girl's wrist and the girl burst into tears and didn't even want to say anything about the wound.
