The soft and thick fabric of a scarf brushed against the cold skin on my neck as Takuma slowly put it around me, making me feel more comfortable and warm. The gentle action was even enough to calm the raging anxiety in me as I prepared myself with our plan of leaving my house and staying away from it for two weeks. The plan that we talked and agreed to was clear in my mind, but it still made me anxious, and I had been silent for who knew how long because of it.
I was not anxious and scared of being alone and separated from Takuma. Instead, I was more scared of what I would do if I had face to face with Nishimoto – scared of what crazy things might cross my mind when that time came. Because earlier, when I saw that mysterious man, I felt other emotions aside from fear – emotions that I
