"I'll answer them without lying." He said it as if he was communicating with my soul.

I don't understand, but I'm glad he was here because I also have a lot to ask. I looked at his appearance and couldn't deny the size of the weight he had lost on his body--his eyes were already buried.

I continued to gaze at his lifeless face. I’m torn.

I need him, but how can I ask him if we have different motives? I don’t know what to do, and I just bend over with my arm resting on my knee.

I can't go back to him just because I love him. I...