After a while, we looked at each other and the silence continued. Although it was only for a very short time, my heart was beating violently as if it was about to burst.
I couldn't read anything from Blake's eyes that were looking directly at me. I couldn't endure this silence anymore. I made up my mind and said, "Well, I remember drinking, but I can't remember what happened after that. So, I'm worried if I did something bad."
"Ah, sure enough, you don't remember."
Blake let out a gentle sigh and shrank his shoulders, which made me feel very guilty. This helpless atmosphere is definitely because I did something wrong. Thinking of this, I knelt down before I could say anything. I was sitting up straight on the bed, lowering my head, and my forehead was almost touching the bed.
"I don't know what I did, but I was wrong."
"No, no, Ben. Don't apologize if you don't even know what you did."
Blake stroked my lowered hair and sighed deeply.
