The late November night was sharp and chilly, the kind of cold that made your cheeks sting and your breath puff in soft clouds. Aeri and I walked side by side down the quiet city street, heading toward the hotel near the station where we'd planned to stay for the night.
We walked in comfortable silence for a moment, our shoes tapping lightly on the sidewalk. I glanced at the road ahead, the hotel's warm lights glowing a ten blocks away, and spoke up, my voice serious but steady.
"So yeah, I'll be patient and keep trying my best until you really accept it all," I said, my eyes fixed on the road, the weight of my words settling between us.
