I came back again. Two days in a row.
He was here today too. ...Good.
My back hit the wall.
His face, right in front of mine.
Nowhere to run.
...I don't want to run.
He grabbed my wrist. Strong, but it doesn't hurt.
Maybe I don't want him to let go.
His face. So close. Close enough to feel his breath.
Can he hear my heartbeat?
...That would be embarrassing.
Weight on my chest again. Can't breathe again.
It hurts but I don't want to pull away.
...If this isn't love, then what is it?
I can't breathe.
But I don't want to stop.
I want to be close to this person.
I don't need a reason.
Yuka, this is bad. Thinking about him makes my chest tight.
"What? Isn't that just love?"
...It's not love? Then what is this feeling?
Lying in bed, picturing his face.
...What time should I go tomorrow?