"Enzo! I don't even belong in this world! Wake up! I need to go back to my real world because that's where I came from! I can't stay here!" I yelled at him, anger crackling in every word.
He seemed to calm down, so I took a deep breath and turned to leave—only for him to block my way.
I stared at him seriously.
"Can't you really stay here?" His hand gently closed around mine. His expression was full of sorrow, like he was trying desperately not to cry. "For me… even just for me, Luna. This is the first time I've ever been selfish. Please… give me this. I… I don't want you to leave."
"I—I'm sorry, Enzo."
I froze when he suddenly turned around, shoulders trembling.
"Wait… are you crying?"
I reached out and touched his shoulder. But the moment I did, a memory flashed into my mind—something I was sure had never happened.
Flashback
I stopped walking when I saw a young boy crying. Frowning in concern, I approached him.
