To the Love Born in the Lowest Place

“Do you need another demonstration?”

“No! This is unfair!”

Liv cried out, panting.

“I’m just ticklish, but Emmett isn’t!”

“You’ll get better with practice. You’ll be good at it soon.”

At those words, Liv felt some kind of competitive spirit ignite and lunged at him, but soon ended up lying beside him with a tired face. As silence fell, quietness flowed between them again. They had joked around in a light and bright atmosphere to forget about the coming tomorrow, but in the end, they had to face the reality of parting. The joy they had precariously built up crumbled in an instant.

“I really have to go tomorrow.”

“...Yes, I suppose I have to let you go.”

“I’ll return safely. You know, I can never die.”

“I believe you’ll return safely. However...”

Emmett turned his head and pressed his forehead against Liv’s.

“I don’t like you suffering in the process.”