Hands Stained with Red Lillies Part - 1

"I want to talk about something." He said in a dry tone with a wry smile while looking towards the park.

I was following him to the park, but something felt really off about this ordeal. He wasn't the kind of guy to randomly talk with me.

We walked up to a bench near the clock and sat down. I opened the can of choco milk that I bought when we passed by the vending machine and took a sip from it. He sat next to me and sighed.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" I asked him.

"I… don't know how to say this to you." He kept silent for a bit before taking a deep breath and saying that while looking at me.

"Don't worry, I won't mind anything. Just go on." Looking at his hesitation, I knew this would take some time.

"I have been keeping this inside me for a long time now. But…" He paused mid-sentence and started rolling the can he was holding between his palms.

"But?" I asked with a slight raise of eyebrows as a gesture for him to continue.