Theodore's expression was reflected in Neirin's eyes. He wavered. Theodore tried to hide it, Tried to keep his heart from speaking. He thought that he was doing well and that all he had to do was continue his act, and he would never be caught.
That's what he thought, and that's what he hoped.
For her to not know for these feelings won't ever be spoken.
Yet, to someone who had the experience that built over time, Neirin had known Theodore's feelings long before he even realized it.
A façade.
A mask.
Neirin was always good at pretending. And she had kept this act back when she was still a human.
And she will always be good at this.
What a hypocrite.
There was still a smile on her face acting oblivious to all the confession her companion had confessed deep inside his heart. Yet, when he turned around, their distance gradually lengthened, and Neirin's expression suddenly turned cold as she stared at the scenery around her.
