An accident happened, you picked me up, and even though you were worried and scared, you still comforted me and told me not to worry, you said:
—You would protect me.
Even at the moment of life and death, you didn't give up, you didn't want to involve me, and if the final outcome was definitely death, you said:
—You wanted to hug me one last time.
Birthday, such a distant word, even in my previous life, I never received a single blessing or a cake from childhood to adulthood, it was just a cold number on my ID card, recording how many days I had lived alone since birth.
But you remembered, you wanted to give me a surprise, you wanted to give me a gift, and under these fireworks filling the sky, you said to me:
—Happy birthday.
I like you, I like you immensely.
I thought you would be like me, and like me too.
But why?
Why! Why! Why! Why! Why!
"Since you like me, why won't you accept my confession!"
Haruko roared, her voice echoing on the Binjiang Bridge.
And it was quickly covered by the sirens of the approaching police cars.
Ichiko completely lowered her head, not daring to look into Haruko's eyes.
She kept questioning herself in her heart.
Does she really like Haruko?
Can she really bear her pathological and heavy love?
Couple, perhaps this is just a simple word.
But in Ichiko's eyes, this word was incredibly heavy.
She knew that once she nodded, she would never be able to turn back, completely unable to cure Haruko's yandere tendencies.
Because even if she was almost cured, as long as she mentioned breaking up, she would completely fall into the abyss.
Rather than saying it was a status.
It was more like a cage that imprisoned her.
A cage called "love".
Moreover, she had another reason why she couldn't agree to Haruko.
She tightened the jade pendant in her hand that had always brought her luck, took a deep breath, and looked at Haruko with determined eyes, "Haruko, I like you!"
Would her emotions get out of control and become yandere?
From her eyes, there were no signs of that.
So, just like before, she would say she liked her to soothe her emotions, and then kiss her.
Once she calmed down, she would explain properly, and they would talk it over, and everything would be fine.
After all, Haruko had been very well-behaved these past two weeks.
There were no signs of yandere behavior at all.
Thinking of this, Ichiko added, "I like you, I really like you..."
Pretend to like her, and then... kiss her.
Dr. Kaito's method of soothing yandere emotions was always effective.
But to Ichiko's surprise, her outstretched hand was slapped away by Haruko.
The wind blew her beautiful tea-colored long hair, and Haruko revealed a self-mocking smile.
Beside her, the Black figure in a black dress appeared.
Her small hand gently patted Haruko's shoulder and whispered, "See, I told you Ichiko was pretending to like you, she won't even accept your confession~"
If the time before now today could be named "Heaven".
Then now, it was "Hell".
Haruko certainly hadn't become yandere, nor had she lost her mind.
She just couldn't accept this reality.
The insecurity and anxiety she had long abandoned surged back into her heart, gradually turning into despair and filling it.
The clouds covered the full moon, and the only remaining ray of moonlight shone on the white rose in her hand, which was watered by tears.
The gloomy dark night gradually enveloped Haruko, as if to merge her with the Black beside her.
She stood under the shadow of the bridge and murmured.
"Nah, Ichiko, you've always... been pretending to like me, haven't you."
"Right?"
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