She left, and her first instinct was to look at him. Before she could say anything, she heard him speak.
"I no longer need any care."
He knew what kind of person he was; he could see through her thoughts. She came to find him out of guilt and showed such diligence every day.
He should be happy, but...
In any case, he neither hoped for nor wanted her false and fleeting concern.
"Well then, I'll head back. I'll come see you next time." Carla said, "I'm planning to leave this afternoon, you don't need to see me off."
She was wrong back then.
Wrong is wrong.
So now, she dared not to wish to be with him, as long as he was fine, that's all that mattered.
...
That afternoon, Carla left.
Since she hadn't brought anything with her when she came, she left with ease, yet her heart felt empty and very uncomfortable.
