As soon as I come into contact with Blake, I feel at ease unconditionally. At such times, I realize that I really can't do without him. Before meeting Blake and being with him, it's not that I haven't met other people.
But I have never had the thought of wanting to be with someone like when I first saw Blake.
"Ben, please hold on a little longer."
I, who was hugging him in the middle of the road, Blake showed a puzzled smile and gently undid my arms. Then he took my hand again, said nothing, and started walking again with his back to me.
"Blake?"
I was a bit at a loss with his quickened pace and followed behind, staring at his back. But seeing Blake walking silently, I felt uneasy and held the connected hand tightly.
"Well, aren't you angry?"
"I'm not angry."
Facing me who was uneasy, Blake didn't turn back but just squeezed my hand back firmly.
"...Is that so, I'm sorry."
