Her Past

The kiss was broken, and I looked straight into her eyes without showing even a hint of fear. Even though my life was on the line, I didn't regret kissing her.

From her face, I could tell she was boiling with rage.

After taking a deep breath, she turned around and walked away without speaking to me.

I panicked and started running after her.

"Wait!" I yelled.

Despite my attempts to get her attention, she simply waved, and that space was visible again. She stepped into it to leave. As soon as she left, I followed her.

As I emerged from that space, I saw she was standing in a particular spot with her back facing me.

Slowly, I approached her and saw that she was deep in thought.

"I'm sorry," I replied slowly.

In my life, it was the first time I'd kissed someone forcefully, but I don't regret it.

Upon looking at her, I realize how tranquil she seemed as if nothing had happened between us. With a soft voice, she asked, "Why?"