"Do you love me?" He vaguely remembered that the person ten years ago also spoke like this, slowly and resolutely, and then...
Incomparable disgust and hatred.
So what did you say at that time?
——How is it possible?
Now that I am facing this person, when I ask this question, do I feel the same as that person did at the beginning?
Fragility, unwillingness, disgust, hatred.
The person facing him spoke. "You probably don't know yet..." He squinted his eyes, raised the corners of his eyes slightly, and drew a nice arc on his lips.
This was an action he had never done before, but he looked very much like the man he had been ten years ago.
I didn't seem to hear the rest of the words clearly.
No, it's unbelievable, it seems like a dream.
"I love you." He finally let go of his hand, and the second hand of the watch on his wrist stopped at the moment when he asked him the question.
Exactly one minute.
He fell downwards and looked at the man whose eyes were about to burst, but he felt extremely at ease.
He stood on the edge of the roof, watching the man collapse inside, but he was extremely relaxed.
They all got the love they wanted,
——Even if it's only for one minute.