Eat The World Tree

“You, it’s all your fault!”

Maronnie pointed a finger at me and snapped.

“…If that hadn’t happened back then. Just holding hands… feels weird.”

She stepped back from the table, breathing heavily, staring at me. Her eyes were swirling in confusion. I was also at a loss, unable to move or react, my face blank.

Sssss… Haa. Maronnie took a deep breath, her bright red face gradually cooling to a pale pink.

Her rambling continued.

“…Don’t hold hands. Let’s just talk, only talk.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Sit still.”