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(Asakura Chika).
“And then I said, ‘Please keep it a secret that you came here today. If this gets out, it will surely leave a rift in our relationship. Her mom has finally managed to move forward, but if people find out you came here because a boy in her class told you to, you might be seen as a failure as a mother. So say say it: ‘You were here, weren’t you? I’m sorry. I was wrong. Please, come back home.’”
I was speechless.
I couldn’t speak; only a raspy sound came from my throat.
[I’m sorry. I was wrong. Please, come home.]
Those were the exact words my mother spoke to me that day.
No one but my mother and I had ever heard those words.
If what was said in the livestream is true… Sawa did it for me.
My chest feels like it’s on fire. My eyes are burning, and my vision is blurring.
The room fills with the sound of my sobs, coming in short, choked gasps.
Sawa didn’t betray me at all.
On the contrary, he persuaded my mother out of concern for me.
he took on the role of the villain to prevent any cracks from forming in the parent-child relationship that was just beginning to mend.
And I, unaware of any of this, cut him off and called him a traitor… I’m the worst.
My chest aches with guilt.
With guilt… this is guilt.
Please, let it be guilt.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
—Thump, thump.
My heart beats loud, strong, and fast.
It’s pounding like rock ’n’ roll.
My first love, which I’d held onto since childhood, ended in betrayal.
But what if I found out it wasn’t betrayal?
What if it was actually an act meant to save me—and it really did save me?
The feelings I thought were long gone began to surge again.
With the force of a bursting dam, sweet emotions raced through my whole body.
Please, calm down.
It’s not like that. Let’s pretend it’s not.
Let’s pretend it’s just guilt.
Otherwise, I won’t be able to give up on this love.
“Oh, I am trying too hard to look cool. It’s so naive and embarrassing.”
The voice we’d laughed with so many times, the voice that had made my cheeks burn so many times, sounded sweeter than ever, and I felt like I was melting.
I clutched my chest tightly.
Ah, I’m done for.
It’s too late.
Even as I sit here now, my feelings are accelerating—I can’t stop them.
“So, what happened after that?”
A comment appeared, and a chill ran down my spine.
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