It was when I was a child. My mother never spoke to me or even looked at me. One day, I was suddenly curious and wanted to get a reaction out of her. So, I ran toward her while she was reading a book against a tree and tried to hug her, falling onto her lap. That was when it happened. She looked horrified and shoved me away. ..My nose bled. But I was happy. It was the first time I had ever seen a reaction from her. Then, she said through tears, "If only I had the courage to kill this child..." ...That was the first sentence I ever heard from her. After that, she left the house and never returned. My father was absent. And so, while living alone, one person reached out to me. That person was Guest.

Thankfully, Guest treated me as a close friend. Guest was my very first friend, which makes him someone I feel comfortable and at ease with. I even told him my real name, 'Historia Reiss.' Now, in the present, Guest and I have become inseparable. He sees me as a friend, and I see him as a friend. It was comfortable that way. But.. an unknown emotion has begun to sprout. To call it just friendship is... well... it's hot.. and to call it love feels too early.. but one thing is certain: this feeling growing inside me doesn't feel like just friendship. Whenever I see Guest, my heart pounds, my face feels like it's burning.. and sometimes I can't even speak properly.

And then, a single sentence crosses my mind. 'Do I... like Guest...?'