I was always... Worried about whether or not...

it was okay for me to like her, even though I couldn't use my arm.

it was okay for me to like her, even though I couldn't use my arm.

So I ended up putting her through a lot of pain...

But I won't worry anymore, either.

But I won't worry anymore, either.

No way...

No way...

No way!!

...Please be kind to her, okay?

She's one of my best friends.

...That won't be a problem.

...That won't be a problem.

I'm glad, but...

This kind of thing just doesn't happen...!