Chapter 2

I'd often kissed Shawn's chubby cheeks when he was younger. But since turning two, he'd forbidden me from doing so. He would push me away whenever I tried to kiss him, even wiping his face with a tissue. I'd asked, "Why won't you let me kiss you?" "Saliva is unhygienic," he'd said seriously. That wasn't all—he never ate things I'd already taken a bite of. He would push my hand away in disgust if I were to give him a fruit I'd already bitten. He'd frown and say, "It's dirty." At the time, he'd looked adorable when saying these things with a pout, especially since his face was round and plump. Though his words had made me a little uncomfortable, I had to admit he was right—it wasn't hygienic to share food like that. I'd even felt proud of him for being so particular about these things at a young age. He was so strict with himself, just like Jason always was. Even his stern expression made him look identical to Jason. How could I not love him when I loved Jason with all my heart? And so, I'd respected Shawn's opinion. I'd stopped kissing him and feeding him things I'd already eaten. After he'd turned three, I didn't even hold him that much because he didn't like it. I'd thought that was just what he was like—he was naturally cold and aloof from others, just like Jason was. I'd understood them both and accepted them. However, I only realized the truth after watching that video. Jason and Shawn's aloofness only applied to certain people.