"Should I just live here with you?"
Those were the words she said, and the words that kept replaying in his head.
He hadn't answered her, even though she had looked at him so intently. He had simply told her to come down and eat, but he hadn't joined her this time. So, he wasn't sure whether she ate or not.
As for him, he went to his room. She was already staying in the other room — the one she had cleaned weeks ago.
"Should she live here?" he repeated, seated at the edge of his bed. "No."
That was the answer.
And that had once been what he feared the most — that she wouldn't want to leave.
But somehow, now that she had asked, he didn't feel worried. If anything, he found himself thinking that living with another person wasn't so bad at all.
I will not die, so let's be friends, okay?
Her voice and that smile of hers flashed in his mind, softening his expression.
