"IT WAS just an accident, it was true that I was just walking around..." I whispered. I bit my lips which I knew he saw.

He did not response, he leaned his back against the chair and looked at me. I know he's still not convinced.

In the end, he just shrugged. He didn't talk and didn't bother to open a new conversation between us.

While me, I was slowly getting swallowed by my conscience. I know he deserved to know everything. But why am I so scared of hearing his answer after? I've been thinking it over, but why can't I still say it whenever we're together.

"Finish your...