Key took a deep breath, "Honey. I'm sorry." His hand gently caressed the back of my hand.

I bit my lower lip slowly, as if I couldn't believe what he just said. This chest is shaking warmly, I let his arms hug me for a while. There is a piece of longing that is conveyed.

The clock keeps ticking along with the pulse that flows cheerfully. The atmosphere in the room is quiet. Key and I, alone in the room, sat next to each other, silently staring at the wall, awkward. I bit my lower lip, my hands clenched tightly in my lap. It seems Key feels awkward, just like...