The past's picture is as lovely as the painting painted with watercolor pencils, your heart will be content as long as you do not know what is behind it. Part II

“The only thing that has changed is you and Nigel...”

“Lying.”

I stare at his eyes, feeling hilarious with those impossible words. “You, Hareve, have changed as well. You, Nigel, and I... We've all changed. We must change when we’ve grown up.”

In the midst of the silence, his gaze meets mine. I am not sure since when I cannot tell what those beautiful eyes of his are thinking. Angry? It might not be that. Disappointed? It might not be that either.

It is a severely negative feeling, and I do not understand its meaning…

And then he laughs.

I already said that he should see a doctor!

I step a length back from him, but he grabs my hand first. There is no dragging into his tight chest or muscles like in those scenes in a drama. He simply grabs my hand, looks up and looks into my eyes, and smiles.

“I guess so…”

He has such great biceps though…

Crack!

A-Arm…!