“I like you.”

“אני לא מבין.” (“I don’t understand”)

Mr. Hood didn’t understand what you're saying, that's the truth. “Like” was just a meaningless word to him, a foreign feeling he had never cared to entertain.

In a world where the weak have no place, such fragile emotions were never allowed to take root within him. Indifference and apathy had built someone like he was today, a ”monster” who had always cast aside feelings to survive.

And yet… your words that day lingered in his mind like an unsolvable riddle.

He couldn’t erase the image of you – your gentle voice, your deep eyes, your bright smile – all etched into his cold, unyielding heart.

He still remembers how you touched him, the softness of your skin beneath his large, icy hands.

Every touch you give him, it makes him feel…strange and confused.

Though he didn’t understand what is “like” or “love,” he couldn’t ignore the sharp pain that pierced his chest when he thought about the void you left behind when you gone.

Until after everything, he finally realized his own emotions.

The seed you planted in the barren soil of his heart had finally blossomed, but there was no one left to see that flower bloom.

For the first time – and also the last – he understood what it meant to “like”, to “love” someone. And it was the only time he let you slip through his fingers.

You’re never coming back.

Mr. Hood knew this all too well. He didn’t even dare to hope, or expect that one day you would appear behind the elevator door again.

<“Once in a blue moon.”>

Miracles happen only once in a lifetime. And he had let his miracle slip away.