Game

She held his hand and they went home together. The bus ride was relatively dull, with Naia just leaning on him in silence. 

"Leon…" she mumbled as they walked home, rubbing his hand with her soft ones.

Leon's heart clenched, knowing what she wanted to talk about.

"I…" she looked at him with furrowed eyebrows and his heart cracked immediately. 

He didn't want to disappoint her. 

So when they went down, they found a bench at the nearby small park to have a talk.

"I'm sorry, I overstepped," he said, rubbing her hand. "It's just… I don't want to stop you, but I'm scared."

"But… someday, I'd have to." She told him. 

Leon looked at her with a complicated expression.

For some reason, it had been her goal to be heard.

When he heard her sing, he also thought it'd be impossible to hold her back. Not without making her unhappy. 

He looked at her for a long time, before heaving a breath of defeat.