I wasn't sure how much time passed.
It couldn't have been long since the night was still dark.
I also wasn't sure when I stopped screaming.
With my hands digging into her back, I just held on to Lethe and cried.
And when I was fine again, my head cleared up.
I had experienced 22 years of reliving my trauma, and then another two months of being brainwashed straight by Dantalian.
Even now, I wanted to be pampered a bit more.
But…
But holy fucking shit was it embarrassing.
I held Lethe tighter and buried my head in her chest.
A faint laugh rang out as Lethe stroked my hair. Fuck. I wanted this, but I also didn't. It didn't suit the image of the strongest man.
No. The strongest man can do whatever the fuck he wants. Write it down, half-wits. The to-be strongest has announced that crying in the arms of your girlfriend and being pampered is a sign of strength.
Heh. Not like others have girlfriends like mine.
Lethe ran her fingers through my hair and smiled.
