<em>Kaji's hand is on my shoulder.</em>I thought this intensely for what seemed like hours, but was probably only seconds. My mind screamed at me to get away from him, for a million reasons that had nothing to do with him, and a few that did, but those weren't his fault, were they? They were mine. I tried to reason with myself, saying he was too flirty, never on time, and other weak excuses... but it was me. It always had been my fault, but I couldn't bring myself to say it to him.<br/><br/>All of this flitted through my mind until I broke the cycle, taking his hand from my shoulder and holding it for a moment before letting go.<strong>"It's <em>wrong</em>, isn't it?"</strong>I wanted him to tell me that yes, it was wrong - and I was wrong too. My face surely belied my lack of confidence in the question though, and I was sure Kaji could pick up on my emotions. He always had - not that it was hard. Our eyes met again.