That Day (6)

By now, the moon had risen high, brightly illuminating the southern sky.

The atmosphere all around was peaceful and warm, yet Yuria alone trembled beneath the pouring moonlight.

Though she had little strength, she clutched herself tightly in both arms.

I was at a loss for words.

It had happened because of unavoidable circumstances, but I couldn't bring myself to offer an excuse.

I didn't even want to try.

Whatever the reason, I was the one who'd broken my promise.

I quietly approached and gently drew Yuria's bare shoulders into my arms.

The moment my hand touched her, Yuria flinched and trembled even harder, but she didn't turn around.

Perhaps she'd recognized me from the feel of our bodies touching, since we'd grown so familiar with each other's builds...