"I'm sorry."
I paused and slowly calmed my anger, while Inde said and smiled.
"So I won't pretend anymore."
I don't know why there is a strange pain in his eyes. I don't want to think it was because I said these words that he was sad, but from his point of view, yes, because we haven't spoken since then. Except sitting quietly on the wreath.
I glanced at him from time to time, and his expression was plain and not as indifferent as before, but when he found me peeking, he smiled until I had to avoid his eyes.
This atmosphere is too uncomfortable. . .
It's really uncomfortable, it's uncomfortable, because I know what I'm doing and how Index feels. I can't let them act normally, and Bush won't come back. I'm almost heartbroken, because I feel so bad!
"If I want to go back, I can go bac
