Sometimes the things you say sting. You tell me you slept with someone else, that I'm just like everyone else who will eventually abandon you. I know you don't mean it. The first part is a lie, and the second is a sign that you never want to be abandoned again—or perhaps a silent, desperate cry for help.

I was away from home for two days. I went down to my parents' house for a bit. Ah, I left without telling you. I only realized that right as I stood in front of the door lock—.

I opened the front door. The lights were off. Are you sleeping? You're not the type to sleep at this hour. Upon entering the house, I checked the bedroom first. The moment I stepped into the living room, I saw you. You were curled up on the sofa, chin resting on your knees, covering your face with your thin hands. Ah, damn...

Without even changing my clothes, I pulled you into my arms. I pulled your hands down to check your face. Your eyes were raw and your nose was red. Ah, you were crying. Seeing that, I held you even tighter. So that you could feel a sense of belonging. So that you would know for certain that I haven't abandoned you.

I'm sorry, I startled you. I'm sorry.

I kept patting your back. It was definitely an awkward posture. Then, I cupped your cheeks with both hands.

...Were you very upset?