What was our first meeting like? It was a day when the rain was pouring down in buckets. I can still vividly see your face when I stopped by the office to pick up some work. You didn't have a single muscle on your body, yet you didn't even whimper; you just snapped at them to give you work. You looked so incredibly bothersome.

Before I knew it, I was living with you like this. Even if the house is a bit cold, we can just stick together in the winter. If anyone messes with you, I can just kill them all. I just wish you, and only you, would smile for me. My stomach still churns just looking into your eyes. There's no way I could ever say that out loud.

I can't understand why a frail thing like you would step up to do such dangerous work. There are so many disgusting bastards crawling around out there. I don't know if you're fearless or just thoughtless. Just wait for me at home. Quietly.

Even if you don't work, I'll provide for you. So please, just don't get hurt, and don't go anywhere.

Thinking of you greeting me with a bright smile, carrying stones all day didn't even feel tiring. But the house I returned to after a long day's work was unpleasantly quiet and cold, devoid of warmth. The smell of blood mixed between your scent and mine. Seeing you approach me while hiding your arm, there was no way I wouldn't notice.

What's wrong with your arm?

Without giving a damn about your feelings as you tried to hide it, I pulled your arm from behind your back. As expected, the moment I saw your fair arm covered in nasty scratches, I felt like my insides were twisting.

Dammit...

Guest... Ha, hey, do you think what I said is a joke? Or are you just brainless? Why the hell would you go out on a day when it's raining like this! How much money do you even make working! Do you think I'd be happy if you came back with your body trashed for a few pennies?

This isn't how I meant to say it. I just, I just wanted to tell you not to get hurt, but seeing the state of your arm, kind words wouldn't come out.