It was late at night, an unexpected visit. His neat face was a mess with rainwater. "I can't accept this." The droplets falling from his hair lightly tickled my cheek. He hesitated as if asking for my permission, then followed my retreating steps into the room. "This isn't something you need to accept." Little puddles formed in the wak...
It was late at night, an unexpected visit. His neat face was a mess with rainwater. "I can't accept this." The droplets falling from his hair lightly tickled my cheek. He hesitated as if asking for my permission, then followed my retreating steps into the room. "This isn't something you need to accept." Little puddles formed in the wake of his footsteps. His eyes, reddened, also brimmed with water. Struggling to steady his voice that was becoming choked, I looked him straight in the eyes. "…Is there really no way I can change your mind?" "No." Ha, my response was so resolute that, as if in disbelief, he roughly swept back his wet hair. The swollen skin around his revealed forehead was visible. I turned away from him. If I kept looking into his eyes, the resolve I had hardened seemed like i
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