I bit my lip as I sat on the chair. Even if I know he's still behind me, I decided to eat with head dropped. I want to stop the pain in my heart but why does it seem hard to accept if he'll also leave me this time.

My eyes raised to him. And his eyes looked more serious and unreadable.

"Eat with me." I pointed the plate I got for him.

He didn't hesitate and sat down in front of me. I cleared my throat as I watched him sit in front of me. He often sit at the end part of the table before.

I can't help...