Protagonist's POV
It sounded like a tangle of feelings was brewing beneath her words. Before I could even say "ask away," she continued.
"What… do you think of me?"
A question loaded with meaning.
I scratched my head, pondering, then replied—
Scratch, scratch.
"I think of you as a good friend."
Friendship. That's how I saw us. Well, maybe a friendship where I owed her a bit, but that was the gist of it.
"…A friend," she repeated, her voice sinking, her eyes clouded with complicated emotions.
Did I say something wrong? I started to worry.
"Did I maybe—"
"Look," she cut me off, rising from her seat across the table and walking toward me.
Step, step.
"If you think of me as a friend—"
Grab.
She stood in front of me, gripping the back of my chair. A faint pressure radiated from her stance, and her next words threw me completely off balance.
"Then you shouldn't lie to friends."
"…Huh?"
