After hesitating for such a long time, Damian teased me with a frustrated face.
“What are you trying to say? Speak up, Lize, it’s fine.”
Uh… … erm, I’ll try.”
Whew.
Damian nodded.
Having been slightly encouraged by him, I carefully continued to speak.
“If someone were to care for another person because they had a characteristic the person liked…”
“Characteristic? What exactly is that?”
“There are many things. Like whether you’re good at work or you’re young.… something like that.”
Somehow, feeling a little discouraged, I sighed and shrugged my shoulders.
I wanted to relate my explanation to an analogy where if a female blacksmith could create knives, she should be able to cut radish but chose not to do so.
I then looked at Damian with a determined face and continued.
“However… … the person’s characteristics won’t last forever and will disappear.”
“And then?”
“What would you think of the person?”
Waiting for Damian’s answer, I swallowed my saliva dry.
However, Damian’s reaction was bland, nothing like I had expected.
I thought he was tilting his head, but he asked me back.
“Well?”
“Hey, I’m serious!” I exclaimed.
Having said that, I quickly controlled my emotions and stopped being peeved.
Seeing my reaction, Damian shrugged his shoulders lightly as it couldn’t be helped and continued.
“Well, if the reason I have that person by my side is only because he or she has that ‘characteristic’…”
“Then what?” I asked.
“Then, if that characteristic disappears, wouldn’t I naturally become distant from that person?”
Thud.
The mop fell from my hand, rolling on the floor before coming to a halt in a terribly loud way.
My heart sank and I stiffened on the spot.
Damian freaked out.
“Lize, your face, it’s pale all of a sudden?!
“Oh, it’s okay. Please continue with your explanation,” I said with a straight face.
“No, the explanation is not important… … !”
“The explanation is important.”
I guess my eyes were quite imposing, seeing how Damian reacted.