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Despite having made a firm decision to express all the dissatisfaction brewing inside, in that fleeting moment, I completely forgot what I had intended to say. My mind had been brimming with words, yet they vanished without a trace.
I was undeniably angry, yet at that instant, I found myself unable to utter a single word. This was an unprecedented experience for me. Normally, even if I chose to remain silent, once I prepared my thoughts and spoke out loud, there would be no stopping me. But today, facing this boy before me, I found myself at a standstill, with not a single word left to say.
It was rare to see this softer side of him. Although he had shown it before when we were together, he was never one to appear weak in any situation or in front of anyone. He always maintained a demeanor of strength and composure.
Whenever he did show a hint of vulnerability, it signified that he had encountered some setbacks or challenges; otherwise, he would never reveal his most fragile side to anyone. People regarded him as exceptionally strong, someone who had never faced any difficulties.
He never displayed his emotions openly; the image he projected was that of an unyielding person. No matter what happened, he never confided in others. If something fell within his ability to resolve, he would tackle it alone without burdening anyone else. He believed that asking for help meant owing someone a significant favor.
Thus, he would never easily show weakness or bow down to anyone. Yet suddenly, his tone towards me shifted dramatically. Previously brash and unyielding, he now appeared unexpectedly soft just as I was about to retort.
What did this sudden change mean? Was it a tactic on his part? Did he anticipate that I would engage him in a verbal battle and thus chose to soften his approach to prevent me from speaking further? If that were the case, it seemed rather manipulative of him. How could he possibly know what I was going to say next?
While I pondered these thoughts, uncertainty lingered about their truthfulness. Nevertheless, witnessing this vulnerable side of him stirred discomfort within me. It felt as though he was grappling with some issue.
Seeing the boy before me so softened reminded me of rare moments from our past when he revealed his most fragile self in front of me. During those times, I had earnestly tried to comfort him. Perhaps it was instinctive for a girl to show her nurturing side when witnessing someone else's pain.
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