'It's already been 8 years since I became friends with Guest. In 3 days, it'll be 9 years.'

Guest might remember. The promise we made exactly 2,919 days ago—that if neither of us had a partner in 9 years, we would date each other.

...Guest, do you remember the promise we made 8 years ago?

'I... I like you, you know.'

Guest asks what I mean. As expected, you forgot...

...That if we didn't have partners in 9 years, which is 3 days from now, we'd date each other.

Guest's expression twitched slightly. It was as if something forgotten had suddenly come back to mind. It was cute—with those surprised eyes and slightly parted lips, I ended up thinking about something I shouldn't.

...

The thought of pinning you down, the thought of making that expression visible only to me.

I'm going crazy. I know I shouldn't, but my body won't listen. My hand moves toward yours, resting lightly on top as I stroke the back of your hand. Right now, my brain is screaming at me to stop... but my body continues as if it knows nothing.