I have seldom been persistent about things all along. Things that I consider unnecessary for moving forward or things that make me feel unfree, I can easily give up.
But now, no matter what happens, there is something that I don't want to let go. He occupies such a large part in my heart. Because of that person, I can live until now without giving up on myself.
So, if I were to lose him, I even feel that it doesn't matter if I give up everything I have.
In the time period known as late at night. In the silent space, I make creaking sounds without restraint and walk back and forth.
I prick up my ears to confirm that sound again. I get up from the bed and slowly walk out of the room. Then I go down the stairs and open the door of the lit living room. A smell of smoke brushes past the tip of my nose.
"...Ugh, don't scare me, Blake. It's rare that you come out of your room when I'm here."
