"Oh. So you want to go horse riding again? Is that it?" I inquired again, but still received no answer.

Should I continue this? Should I keep asking even if I'm not getting any answers? Because as I persist, it feels like my strength to pretend in front of him is slowly fading. Why does this have to happen?

As Logan's condition prolongs and worsens, the number of questions in my mind that seem to go unanswered grows. Until now, I haven't grasped anything.

We fought so hard to reach this level. We fought together. We came from war. I almost died multiple times, and so did he. We always...