My heart is beating faster.
"What would Mate say or do to me?" "Will he continue what he stopped?" I say it in my heart.
For some reason, my mind was so wild. I think back to what Mate just did to me in the dark.
"Alice, I'm sorry!" says Mate with an instantly changing expression.
Yeah, I could see on Mate's face that he was feeling guilty.
"Sorry? For what?" I asked with a frown.
"I'm sorry if what I did made you surprised and uncomfortable," replied Mate with his head down.
"Oh, no!" "I'm very comfortable," I said quickly.
"What?"
Hearing my lightning-fast answer, Mate instantly raised his face and looked at me with a surprised look.
Why don't I have a little taste? Why did I immediately show Mate that I accepted his attitude? Really! I'm so ashamed of myself.
"Don't you feel risi?" ask Mate again.
I shook my head with an embarrassed smile, then I said, "I'm just shocked." "And, thank you for what you've done to me."
"Hmm, I just did what I was supposed to do," said Mate.
"What?" I asked with a bit of confusion.
"Yes, shouldn't a fellow friend help?"
Gleerrr!
I don't know what my friend just said.
"He called me a friend?" Did he forget what he just did to me? Is that a normal thing for a friend to do? Kissing, and our tongues meet each other? Is that a normal thing for a friend to do? What does that mean? "I don't get it at all!" I muttered inwardly.
"Ah, yes, you are right! "We are friends," I replied in a low voice.
I was such a stupid woman back then. I feel like I have two different sides to my heart. On the one side of my heart, I felt like I was starting to like Mate, but on the other, it looked like a dark side that described the stupidity of the treatment I had been silent about.
Mate sits leaning against the wall of the cave with his hands placed over his head. We are silent to each other. as if there is something from each of us that is thinking about something.
"How long will we be here?" I asked who suddenly did not want to linger in the cave.
The feeling of comfort that I had felt had now turned awkward, and I wanted to go back to my normal life.
"I don't know. "Before we find that magical passage, we can't go back yet," replied Mate.
I looked around, hoping that the mysterious passageway would suddenly appear before me, but it seemed very unlikely.
I tried to get up and move my legs.
"Where are you going, Alice?" Mate asked me.
"Ah, I just want to train my legs so that they can be moved again as before," I replied.
"If it still hurts, it doesn't need to be worn." "I still have the strength to carry you."
The word "mate" again made my feelings tremble a little. But, I have to be able to control because what Mate says is a natural word done by a friend; isn't that right, but Mate has been thinking about it all this time? Am I the one who feels overconfident and hopeful? I don't know.
For too long in that cave, I suddenly woke up. I fell asleep somehow since I didn't notice it. When I woke up, I didn't see the previous mate beside me.
"What? Looking for fresh air? So far? "I really don't believe it," I replied with irritation.
Mate then walked over to me.
"I've found that tunnel! "Come on, come with me!" said Mate, who then took my hand.
It was as if I had forgotten the pain in my legs. Yes, the man who turned out to be a wolf invited me to run until, for the first time, I felt my body like it was flying.
"It's over there!" Say "Mate" while pointing somewhere.
Mate stopped his steps.
"Is this the magic door?" I asked.
I saw the light from behind; it was colorful.
"Yes, come on, let's go inside to go home!" I said, then grabbed my arm.
I don't remember exactly how I felt when I walked into that room. All I remember is that my body was swirling, and I saw a light from nowhere shining very brightly.
I screamed so loudly that when I woke up, I suddenly fell out of my bedroom bed.
Braaakk!
"Aaaaawwww!"
"Sick....!" I moaned while holding my waist and head.
I was silent while watching my bedroom.
"Why am I suddenly here?" Where's Mate? "Am I dreaming?" I was confused.

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