Chapter 17.2

What the hell am I doing?

The streetlights blur beneath the quiet sheen of tears clinging to the corners of my eyes. My sandals tap softly against the pavement as I walk beneath the dark stretch of the park path, my heart hammering too hard beneath the thin fabric of my sweater. The cool edge of the summer breeze brushes against my skin, tugging loose strands of hair across my cheek.

I don't know why I called him here.

And I don't know why I left.

No—I do know.

That's the problem.

I squeeze my eyes shut, my fingers curling tightly around the thin hem of my sleeve. My chest tightens painfully beneath the quiet hum of the night air. The tension from earlier still clings to my skin—sharp and thin beneath the lingering weight of Yuto's gaze.

"I'm not asking you to love me."