That same night in different places, Arthur and Michael sat on the edge of the bed with their backs to each other. The room felt so cold because since the two of them entered the room, not a single conversation came out of their mouths.
Arthur, who was sitting on the edge of the bed on the left, was silent and didn't move, as if he was thinking about something but a sentence and words couldn't convey it.
Michael, who was sitting on the edge of the bed on the right, was also silent, staring blankly ahead, playing with his own hands several times.
There was silence in the room, allowing the two of them to hear each other's breaths and heartbeats.
All right, what should I do, why am I like this? Why do I suddenly have feelings for Michael? What is going on with me? Why is my heart also beating fast, it's not like I usually feel that way. Arthur's mind was racing as he tried his best to glance in the direction where Michael was.
