It seemed like a long time, but at the same time it seemed like a short time. Such a blank period of time had passed.
“…………”
Silently, she sat down at a spot behind the school building.
It was the place where the person she loved had confessed his love earlier. That other person, of course, was not herself. Nor, for that matter, any other rival girl. It was a beautiful transfer student girl who had suddenly appeared and interrupted from the side.
(After all, it didn’t mean anything…)
As for the whereabouts of the confession, she didn’t know. No, she didn’t try to know. She didn’t care. She was just shocked.
The person she loved made a decision to love another person – it was still a painful thing.
(I could pretend I didn’t see it at the time of Shiho Shimotsuki, but … I might not be able to anymore.)
She felt like she was being denied everything she had ever done.
She did everything she could to get him to like her, but it was pointless.
Her feelings never reached him and the person she loved was far away.
She doesn’t know anything anymore. She doesn’t want to understand. She doesn’t want to know.
Who is she? She doesn’t know what she should do. She doesn’t know what she should do, what she should look like, what choices she should make, for what purpose.
(Tell me, … someone, tell me about me…)
She wanted someone else to carry everything on their shoulders.
In exchange, she was willing to devote all of herself to it.
She wanted to be acknowledged. She wanted someone to save her. She wanted someone to make all the decisions for her. She wanted someone to support her. She wanted someone to cling to her.
Kirari Asakura wanted to depend upon someone.
It was at that time.
He appeared…
“…Hey, hey, what’s going on?”
She heard a voice.
She looked up with a start, and there he was, … her former “best friend”.
“What’s wrong with you, so depressed?”
He walked up to her with a worried look on his face.
“Are you alright? Cheer up, Kirari… Tell me anything. I’ll do my best for you.”
It’s as if he’s offering me his … hand, as if to say it’s okay to depend on him.