I woke up with a heavy heart.

I know something woke me up.

But right after I opened my eyes, I forgot what it was.

My mind was preoccupied by Key.

Did he go home last night?

Is he angry at me?

Why didn't I just tell him that I love him so much that I would die if he was gone?

I sighed.

It was just that I really hated being questioned.

I'm more of a guy of 'action' than a guy of words.

I always show him that I love him so that not saying it would be reasonable.

But now I doubt myself too.

If I can't say it, the most simple act of love, saying 'I love you', then what have I proven to him?

Nothing.

I got up, wanting to rush to school to see Key and tell him 'I LOVE YOU, MY KEY!!!'.

But when I stood up, I felt dizzy. Then I heard the phone ringing.

It's been ringing the whole time. It was the one that woke me up.