The tour was still young; the bus on which Ashley’s class boarded was quiet, and the students were sleeping. Louise opens his eyes slowly; he looks to the right and slides his body slightly into the silence, and then returns to its former position.

He realized that his left shoulder felt rather heavy, he turned. His eyes darted with Ashley’s head leaning against his shoulders. The girl slept peacefully; The roar of Ashley’s breath could be heard enough.

Louise wanted to move Ashley’s head, but he couldn’t do it. Leaning her head against the bus window would make her uncomfortable. Louise relented and left Ashley’s head on his shoulder. Ever since he saw Ashley faint, his feelings are mixed up.

'Ashley has a headache because of me?'

The question had kept Louise in check since he saw Ashley pass out in front of his eyes. Louise wanted to get away from Ashley, get away from her, but part of his just said no. All those years he waited for Ashley, all those years he tried to let go of h