Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

87: Whisk and Feelings

#NOTE: EVERYTHING TYPED HERE IS FICTION. PLEASE READERS DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ALL THE THINGS WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR!

"Can't you just ignore yourself for one day? You don't have to think about this case until .. yeah, you know what I mean. You don't have to force yourself" said the Whisk.

"I'm used to it like this. I'm used to thinking about and finishing what I think deserves to be done. This case is a task, a burden I have to complete" Haz said.

"I think because you're too attached to him, you can't be open to other people" Whisk said. He balances his path with Haz speeding up his pace.

Haz himself knew what the Whisk would say next if he returned the man's words again. In the end, silence will bring about the problem. He decided to reply to Whisk.

"Open or not, I'm just trying to fit in with other people. No more than that."

"I also know that in the end you will say that. Can't really? Can't you really?"

"What do you mean you can't and really can't?"

Haz didn't really have to ask. Of course, the meaning of Whisk is his feelings, the likes he harbors for a long-haired woman.

Afraid? Maybe yes, maybe that's not the answer. More precisely ... he is happy with the situation now. The comfort zone that surrounds him. He is not ready to step out of that comfort zone yet, even though he looks 'giving hope' to others.

"Feelings." Whisk answered short, dense, and very clear. He bit his lower lip. In fact, the reddish-browed man had not prepared himself to hear the worst possibility that Haz would present to him. He thinks it will be very .. painful .... Is it more painful than being with Senior Milla? He doesn't know. His instincts said it would be worse than that.

Whisk could see Haz staring blankly at him, then the long-haired woman let out a short sigh. He knows, he's gonna get a taste of .. no, a great heartbreak. In a very subtle way. Haz, she's stringing up some subtle words, trying not to hurt the heart of—even though she won't be able to do it in the end.

Haz, who had opened his mouth, was ready to speak, suddenly clenched his mouth tightly. Inside his head, wandering these words, 'Do I deserve to say it?' or 'Do I deserve to hurt someone else?' or and or 'I don't want to give you hope. If I don't tell the truth, it's the same as giving hope to Whisky Woods. About feelings.' They kept spinning around inside Haz's head, creating intense dizziness and headaches. In the end, the woman had no other choice but to say it.

"Honestly, I know how you feel. I know what you're thinking, I mean, that you want something more than this. But, I'm sorry ...."

Whisk gulping rough saliva. She knew she would not like what Haz would say next, so she turned the corner when Haz wanted to continue.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I and the things I have are making you uncomfortable."