I stared at the hand that had stopped me.
A pale, slightly thin hand.
The touch of Noya's grip made my body tremble.
I struggled to move, but in the end, I couldnât.
Part of it was the sheer strength with which Noya held me.
But more than that, I was forcing myself to endure.
Crack.
My bones groaned under the pressure.
I repeated deep breaths, struggling to hold myself back.
âHaaahâ¦â
I barely managed to suppress my instincts.
Even so, my gaze remained locked on the figures who had passed behind me.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âCalm yourself.â
Noya placed a firm hand on my shoulder.
ââ¦â
I didnât respond.
I only stood there in a daze, staring at the two as they disappeared into the crowd.
It wasnât until they were completely out of sight that I finally managed to speak.
ââ¦What was that?â
I turned to Noya, my voice barely above a whisper.
âWhat I just saw⦠was it real?â
Not just what I sawâwhat I felt.
I demanded an answer.
But Noya, frowning slightly, replied,
âDo you think I would know? Iâm just as shaken as you are.â
Even Noya didnât seem to fully grasp the situation.
His expression, unusually grim, made that clear.
Which meantâ
âIt wasnât just my imagination.â
That sensationâ
That moment of recognitionâ
It wasnât a mistake.
Thenâ