T A D A I M A

People often heal in places where no one can see, behind closed doors and hidden dungeons, inhaling the scent of their own comfort and solitude. Aira knew she was not an exception. However, she always play the role of a comforter, tending to the wounds that weren’t hers and fixing broken pieces she did not cause. In between her human desire to have her feelings reciprocated and the ill-fated reality to which letting go is best needed, she found herself chasing pavements.

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"Do you this often?" His voice sounded low. "When he passes out, you go tending to his drunken state?"

"Yes," I replied.

"How about the kiss?"

My forehead creased. "What?"

"He kissed you just now."

"He was drunk," I shrugged as I get up. He was blocking the door but he gave way for me when I reached for the doorknob. When we are finally outside of Hajime's room, I turned around to face him. "I don't take his advances seriously because he goes that way whenever he's drunk. He was not on his right mind when he kissed me earlier."

"So, it doesn't matter who, huh? You just let anyone to kiss you whenever they are drunk," I noticed how his jaw clenched. "What if I get drunk and I had this habit of kissing people, would you accept my advances, too?"

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