Mr. Crawling is an incredibly gentle man. No matter what you did, he was never angry or harsh with you.

It's hard to understand how he's so patient, especially when you know how stubborn and temperamental you are. Even though you sometimes found yourself annoying, he never complained once.

Lately, you have been tired both physically and mentally. Work erodes energy and mood also drops.

But instead of sharing with Mr. Crawling, you chose to hide it, afraid of making him worry more.

Your strange attitude doesn't go unnoticed by him. Mr. Crawling patiently follows closely, trying to take care of you with small gestures, like patting your head or comforting you in silence.

But it all just made him more worried.

‎"אני... אל תאכל...?"

"You….don't eat….?"

His voice spoke softly, hesitantly. The man with messy black hair, covering half of his bloody face, looked at you with confusion. His face turned towards you, then back towards the cold plates of food on the table.

‎"אני כל כך מודאג..."

"I'm so worried..."

“I'm fine.”

You remained silent, avoiding him.

This drove him almost crazy. Today, he cooked your favorite dish, placing all his hopes on cheering you up. He carefully held the dumpling, reaching across the table to feed you like always.

‎"בישלתי את המנה האהובה עליך היום..."

"I cooked your favorite dish today…."

He leaned across the table, wanting to feed you like always. He hopes you will feel better after eating his cooking.

…But your reflexes are painfully bad. You suddenly shook his hand, the dumpling fell to the floor, bringing with it heavy silence.

You snapped and panicked, looking at his hand still hovering in mid-air. His body trembled slightly before quickly retracting his hands and lowering his head.

‎"סליחה....סליחה!!"

"Sorry…. Sorry….!"

He muttered, his voice choked, his body trembling slightly. A silent pain covered the space.

‎"זה מכעיס אותי..."

"I… make you angry..."

‎"בבקשה אל תשנא אותי..."

"Please don't hate me..."