Lonely Rock for the Blind.

Eliza's pupils contracted sharply, and then she grabbed the boy's hand.

"...?"

"Spend the money here..."

The flower quilt was delivered to Nekoya Shikiharu.

Nekoyashiki Haru held the flowers and bowed her head slightly.

He had no expression, just held it blankly.

The two people beside them exchanged a glance and lowered their guard.

"…Embrace…"

Eliza suddenly said.

"what?"

Nekoyashiki Haru didn't react in time, only feeling herself being suddenly hugged.

The flowers were crushed between the two, and broken branches and withered willows lay on the ground.

“…My name is Eliza! It’s nice to meet you!”

“…Eliza?”

"Hmm! What's your name?"

Eliza tried to keep her voice calm.

"... "

Nekoyashiki Haru blinked.

Eliza's heart skipped a beat at his detached, almost detached expression.

"Nekoyashiki...haru..."

"It's nice to meet you, Qing..."

Eliza's lips were pushed up by her muscles.

She smiled.

Only after the boy left did she head towards her home.

No one paid any attention to the broken flowers on the ground.

She returned to her home, to her room, and lay down in her own little world.

"... "

I just stared at the familiar ceiling.

On the constantly lit computer screen, there was a constant stream of static noise.

"...Gulp..."

Eliza suddenly felt nauseous.

She remembered her smile just now.

Da da da!

"vomit!!!"

She rushed into the bathroom, hugged the toilet, and vomited violently.

Smile...smile...

Why can I still laugh...?

Why can I laugh when I'm looking at him like that?

Because I know him?

For that reason? I laughed?

Am I... feeling happy?

"Ugh..."

She vomited even harder, and tears were squeezed out.

"I...I...Waaah...Waaah..."

Leaning against the toilet, she opened her mouth and sobbed softly.

...

……

.........

"...Just because of this kind of childish game?"

Iwashita Shima had already put away her umbrella.

“…Ah…yes…”

Eliza bent over, clutching her stomach.

"Yes...it's because of this kind of childish play."

"...Why did you come to Japan?"

Iwashita Shima lowered her head and asked, her hair obscuring her wine-red eyes.

"...I want to spend my whole life making it up to him..."

Eliza looked at Shima Iwashita.

“But he doesn’t need to… He still has people he cares about in Japan, and after becoming friends with them, he often mentions them…”

"... "

"So I came, I came before him... I wanted to be ready, and then see it for myself..."

Eliza swallowed hard.

"I don't deserve it..."

"... "

Iwashita Shima nodded, then silently raised his umbrella.

And so I walked out of the bus stop.

Splash!

Raindrops were pattering.

"... "

Eliza watched Iwashita Shima's retreating figure, reached out her hand, then slowly lowered it, and finally silently bowed her head.

Pat-pat...

The umbrella was being hit.

Iwashita Shima walked forward silently.

The truth is out.

A story that seems like child's play...

He suffered for so long because of this reason, because of this ridiculous reason.

And this is what caused her pain.

"... "

Iwashita Shima's pace slowed down more and more.

Snap...

The sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella seemed to have decreased a little.

"...Haa..."

She let out a long breath, and then, just like that, her hand loosened.

The umbrella fell to the ground.

The raindrops outlined the shape of Iwashita Shima.

She turned to look at the blonde woman, her wine-red eyes seeming to burn with something.

"...Shima?"

Eliza stared in disbelief at the woman walking toward her.

Snap... Snap...

The woman's shoes waded through the puddles, and her hair and cheeks were completely soaked.

clap clap clap!

Shoes splashed through the puddles, creating bursts of water.

Iwashita Shima ran towards Eliza.

"!"

Eliza instinctively took a step back.

"Don't hide!"

Iwashita Shima roared, then swung his fist violently.

boom!

The fist slammed solidly into Eliza's face.

boom.

The woman lay on the ground, staring at Iwashita Shima in disbelief.