Orange Bond

I really want to see you, I really want to... A familiar voice echoed in the dark space. His heart stung as if being pricked by a fine needle. Then why don't you come out to see me? He asked, his heart crying, like the shrill wind whistling past his ears. I want to see you, but I can't get to you... The voice still contains some emotion. Okay, you can come over, right? He had been looking forward to his arrival. When he was trapped in the darkness, who had thought about him? I decided to let you go...