With that sad, yet so beautiful thing in mind, I came out of the workshop only to discover the last bus home about to depart, and I managed to run up to it just in time, passing out to sleep in the bus as it started, only to not be able to sleep the rest of the night after I got home, thinking about the girl I was so close to, yet so far from, like ice and fire, that being fully opposed, are nothing without one another. She took it so eagerly and did not look anywhere near satisfied. I don’t know who she was, but it didn’t matter. It was one of those days of long eve studies that would leave me catching a late bus home, though on that night, I wasn’t alone. I turned around, and as soon as I felt movement, I covered my head. Among her struggling respiration I heard a more acute gasp that she had cut short, trying not to acknowledge the pressure I’ve been putting on her, and
