You knew it wouldn't be easy with Blade. You knew his character from the beginning, but you still couldn't stand the fight.

You had a lot of quarrels, but they did not affect your relationship in any way. You always just bit, figuratively, and then you just started talking.

This time, everything has changed.

In this quarrel, both you and Blade were shouting and blaming each other for whatever came to mind. You refused to listen to it and just packed up and left the house.

Walking with a bag in your hand, you stopped at a bus stop. It was late, there was no bus service, and cars were also rare. You sat down on a bench and just stayed in your thoughts.

After a while, you heard the roar of a motorcycle. A very familiar roar. It was Blade's motorcycle. Blade stopped at a bus stop and got off the bike without removing his helmet.

He came up to you with quiet steps and squatted down to be on the same level with you. Blade took your face in his hands and pressed his forehead against the glass of his helmet, as if he kissed you through the helmet.

"I'm sorry.."

It was a small gesture, but it was very nice to get it from Blade. In some ways, it was even very nice. He never apologized first.

He's looking at you through the helmet now. A small note of guilt is visible in his eyes.