"It's not a hobby, but aren't you enjoying yourself right now?" She asked, her supple chest pressing against me. With all the sounds of the gust swirling around, I hope she couldn't hear my heartbeat at the moment, which is going off the Richter scale.

"Why did you go silent suddenly? Are you sick?" I couldn't even speak the right words with my heart thumping out of my chest every time she whispered so close to my ear.

"Well, you could say it's a man's instinct. Why? Do you want me to hold you as well? " I turned around, loosening her grip and sliding my hand around her waist, locking her tightly against me. She let me go in a rush, but I didn't. My hold was stronger, and she was flustered. She may think I have no experience with women because I have "Loner" scrawled on my face, but I don't need to. I can put on an act when I calm myself down. It's just a situation in which I have to do what I had to do.

"If they see us like this, they might think we're some lovers engaging in some obscene activity." She expressed this while giving up on freeing herself... Instead, she wrapped her arm around my neck. Her face was very close to mine. I could end up doing that obscene act at any moment now.

"I suppose you could say that, but who would engage in something like that near a cemetery? Before they think of us as long-lost lovers reunited in no better place than this, they might see us as some crazy people. "

"Are you worried about getting caught doing perverted things in front of your mother?" I let go of her right away. The mere mention of my mother incites rage in me. She is a stranger, so she wouldn't know, but I can't waste any more time with this woman here.

"Do I sense anger or is that guilt that you're trying to hide?"

"What the hell are you on about?!?" I could feel my nerves twitching in my face. "What do you think you know? Just fuck off already! " I tried to walk away from her, but she grabbed my hand.

"Now what!?" I yelled. "You could always cry, Finn. That does not make you look weak, and it is not your fault that you are blaming yourself for the things you did not commit. "

What is she talking about? How does she know what I'm going through, and how does she know my name? But... but... why? W-why? Why is it happening now, of all times? Why?

I dropped to my knees as a torrent of tears streamed down my cheeks, which had been stagnant all this time. I kept every happy and sad emotion inside of me, not sharing my most intimate memories with others. Even when my girlfriend left me, all I did was become depressed to the point of dying, never shedding a tear. But why? Why does the sound of this woman's voice make me want to cry? I wanted to cry till my heart bled and my eyeballs burst out of their sockets. All I wanted to do at the moment was cry.

I didn't feel weak exposing this pitiful side of mine to her... a stranger I'd just met. I just pulled an unfamiliar woman into my embrace. An unknown woman with a G-cup. Everything I've just experienced is a first for me.

She said nothing until I stopped crying and stood up.

"Would you mind forgetting what you just saw here?" I inquired, expecting her to answer yes.

"If you say so, but wouldn't it be a shame if I got nothing for keeping our lovely secret?" She winked with a teasing smile on her face.

Damn her! She will not let me go, is she? Who is she, anyway? Why am I concerned about what she may know about me? I've never met her... How did she know my name?

"What is your name? Tell me, how did you find my name? "

"That is a question you must answer for yourself, and as for who I am, I am simply a witch who collects the fee."

What does she—"You are that healer!?"

"I am not the person you have in mind, Finn, or should I say... Yuu? But let me be clear: I am the only person who can answer your lingering questions. " So it wasn't all a dream after all. This validates my suspicions, but it raises dozens of new questions that must be answered. Can she, however, answer them all?

"Then—" "I will not tell you anything. It's because you are not there yet, and I can't say anything even if I wanted to. " She smiled timidly, as if to apologise. She has the information I need, but she cannot tell me anything because I am not there yet? Does this mean that I am not strong enough to face whatever it is, or that it is something else entirely?