Since childhood, Lena had always been praised for her self-control.
As a hero, it was a necessity.
Panic got people killed.
Emotions clouded judgment.
Hesitation created casualties.
So she had trained herself relentlessly.
To remain calm.
To remain rational.
To remain composed.
Even now, after everything that had happened, her recovery speed was exceptional.
The moment the initial flood of emotions settled, her mind began functioning normally again.
Which was precisely the problem.
Because now she was painfully aware of her current situation.
I should let go.
The thought surfaced immediately.
A perfectly reasonable conclusion.
A completely rational one.
Yet somehow...
She couldn't bring herself to move.
Her face remained buried against Rin's stomach.
His warmth seeped through the hospital gown.
His heartbeat occasionally reached her ears.
And every second that passed made leaving even harder.
This is bad.
Very bad.
Embarrassingly bad.
