Yellow Cat VS White Cat

As the night deepened, our conversations in the room took a more probing turn. Elena, with a furrowed brow, repeatedly questioned me about where I had gone, seeking answers that I was not yet ready to divulge. Aria, who had already been given the same response, joined in, attempting to apply additional pressure in the hopes of coaxing a more truthful answer from me.

However, the truth was far too dangerous to share at this moment. 

The situation had become more complicated than I initially planned, and revealing everything could jeopardize not only my own safety but also the safety of those around me. 

The need for secrecy outweighed the desire for openness, and I found myself caught between the truth and the necessity of withholding it.

The weight of the unspoken truth hung in the air, and I could sense the frustration and confusion in their eyes. It was a delicate dance, a balancing act between loyalty and the protection of those I cared about.