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Kenji walks inside, a little hesitant at first. He peeks at me,
his eyes cautious. I never thought I’d be so happy to see
him. But while it’s a relief to see a face I recognize, my
stomach immediately twists into a knot of guilt, knocking
me over from the inside. I wonder how badly I must’ve hurt
him. He steps forward.
My guilt disappears.
I look more closely and realize he’s perfectly unharmed.
His leg is working fine. His face is back to normal. His eyes
are no longer puffy, his forehead is repaired, smooth,
untouched. He was right.
He does have a spectacular face.
A defiant jawline. Perfect eyebrows. Eyes as pitch-black as
his hair. Sleek. Strong. A bit dangerous.
“Hey, beautiful.”
“I’m sorry I almost killed you,” I blurt out.
“Oh.” He startles. Shoves his hands into his pockets. “Well.
Glad we got that out of the way.” I notice he’s wearing a
destroyed T-shirt. Dark jeans. I haven’t seen anyone wear
jeans in such a long time. Army uniforms, cotton basics, and
fancy dresses are all I’ve known lately.
I can’t really look at him. “I panicked,” I try to explain. I
clasp and unclasp my fingers.
“I figured.” He cocks an eyebrow.
“I’m sorry.”
“I know.”
I nod. “You look better.”
He cracks a grin. Stretches. Leans against the wall, arms
crossed at his chest, legs crossed at the ankles. “This must
be difficult for you.”
“Excuse me?”
“Looking at my face. Realizing I was right. Realizing you
made the wrong decision.” He shrugs. “I understand. I’m not
a proud man, you know. I’d be willing to forgive you.”
I gape at him, unsure whether to laugh or throw
something. “Don’t make me touch you.”