Love Is Regret, It's Also You

As he said this, my breath slightly paused.

This place never made me feel miserable.

For me, this place was an escape route, a haven.

"I...I'm not..."

Before I could finish my sentence, a strong sweet and fishy taste surged up from my throat.

I couldn't help but cough heavily.

My chest vibrated with the coughing action.

The pain made even my ribs aching.

I covered my mouth with a scarf,

afraid that he would see the blood coughed up.

I coughed severely.

My already pale face lost its color, and my legs started to weaken.

Matt frowned and took a step back.

He moved his hand slightly.

I couldn't help but tremble.

He quickly withdrew it again.

Matt's gaze was like a sharp knife, piercing my eyes fiercely.

But I didn't notice the struggle on his face.

I escaped and returned home.

I hurriedly ran to the bathroom,

and then carefully took off the scarf stained with blood.

When I finished cleaning up, I went out again.

There was no one outside the door.

It was as if no one had been there just now.

Everything felt like a dream.