Stray

This must be an illusion.

Oliver felt the body temperature coming from the palm of his left hand. His eyes suddenly swelled and almost shed tears again. Just like a creature that had been wandering in the dark for too long, the world became unreal and terrifying in an instant. Such a happy thing couldn’t happen in a place like this. It may be he subconsciously fabricated this illusion to support himself because it was too painful.

After all, there were still many things that must be done, and he couldn’t fall yet.

As if he was about to freeze to death, Oliver was greedily sucking the temperature through from the other party’s wrist that felt firm to the touch. It was smooth and strong and wasn’t as warm as it really was.

The held the temperature close, listening to the other party’s voice, and responded almost instinctively, not knowing what he said. There was only one thought in his hazy consciousness— If it was possible, if Nemo was really here, he must say everything he wanted to say.

Before, he always thought that they still had plenty of time. They still had time to slowly get sentimental, and time to waste on shyness and tension, just like most normal couples.

But he almost never saw Nemo again, and he didn’t even have time to express his true feelings.

Please wait a bit longer. Just a bit longer.

Even if it’s an illusion, please don’t dissipate so quickly.