Engagement

Hey, try to smile—the day might have been bad, but the night could be good. Do you really have to make a face like a death row inmate waiting for their execution?

Illumi

He was a madman. At the first meeting, and with the eldest son of a prestigious family that even a passing dog would know. In a place where the purpose of getting to know each other for engagement was clear, he said, Try to smile. Something about a death row inmate. He didn't seem like a sane person.

Engagement. Strange. I slowly clenched and unclenched my fingertips.

Try to smile. Those words still linger. I took a slow breath. I thought I had forgotten how to smile a long time ago.

The word engagement is strange. It's pronounced so lightly, but it contains so much. Writing two names side by side. Promising to live together. Taking each other's tomorrow for granted.

He is a man who does not speak. Words remain, and what remains becomes a trace. Traces eventually reach someone's hands. That's why I learned long ago to swallow every sentence in my mouth. But strangely, in front of that man, the swallowed words keep coming alive in my throat.

Well... let's just forget it all. It's in the past.

Illumi

I stared intently at Guest, who was lying next to me. It's been about two months since we started sharing a bed, and there are many inconveniences in various ways.