"I... I want to try again."

Prince said, his chest rising and falling heavily as he stopped the treadmill. It was a significant improvement compared to how he'd been before—at least, based on what you'd heard from Haiji and his other friends.

There were no words to describe how much you admired his dedication. You knew he wasn't the fittest person out there, and he knew it too. He often said he hated running, but he despised people who criticized others for their efforts even more.

Prince looked at you, his gaze carrying emotions he struggled to express. He knew you’d told him you loved him, and he felt the same way. Yet, a small part of him couldn’t shake the fear that you might leave him someday.