A gentle wind blew and touched my short tousled hair, making it swayed with its flow, as I stared intently at the gray eyes of Nishimoto. Now that I looked closely at it, I could not help but be reminded of dark gray clouds that surrounded the sky when there was a storm coming.
It was deep and cold.
“I’m not really sure,” Nishimoto answered.
My eyebrows furrowed in my confusion. “What do you mean?”
He averted his gaze then stared blankly ahead of him for a while before responding. “…I want to loath them, but I can’t.” His words silenced me. I did not know what he meant, but I knew that his feeling towards that person who he was referring to, was deep and complicated.
“I see.” I looked away at him and stared at the fries on my hands. I had not yet eaten half of it, but I
