Lonely Rock for the Blind.

Eliza stood up and walked into the rain.

She didn't have an umbrella.

I walked down the street like a lost soul, and walked into the subway station like a lost soul.

I sat on the tram like a lost soul.

Click click click…

There was no one in the carriage.

Raindrops dripped onto her golden hair, like water plants just pulled from the river.

Eliza felt a little cold.

He leaned against the corner of the chair, curled up.

All along... the only person I've ever truly loved is myself.

I used guilt to create a shell for myself, disguising myself as a redeemer, but in reality, I did nothing.

is that so?

"...No..."

She lowered her head, vehemently denying it.

"...I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to...I've been trying to get closer to him, I want to understand him..."

"...I feel so guilty...I really want to make it up to him with everything I have..."

"But they didn't really need me, did they? I could have just watched from the sidelines..."

“I introduced him to other people, I wanted him to build a bond with Kiku, I encouraged Kiku, I…”

"And if he hadn't been a stranger to me in the first place, then all of this...?"

Eliza's pupils contracted sharply.

Click click click…

The sounds of the subway continued.

"... "

His blue pupils were as small as pinholes.

She had clearly decided to leave, but then she answered his call again.

He portrays himself as a redeemer, but does nothing about it.

She felt guilty, but deep down she still resented him.

"...How could I...be so disgusting?"

Everything is... contradictory.

From beginning to end, I have always loved myself.

"... "

That's why I wanted to run away...

If only he could forgive me, if only he could accept me gently, he could forgive everything I've done...

This kind of thinking is inherently selfish.

I did nothing wrong; it was just an accident. I didn't mean to.

This kind of thinking is simply an attempt to shirk responsibility.

I tried to get closer to him; I wanted to do something too. My love wasn't fake.

This kind of thinking is simply about making oneself feel better, not about making him feel better.

Ding--

The subway has arrived at the station.

Several people rushed in.

Eliza's lips trembled slightly before she walked out.

The pace quickened, quickened.

I walked out of the subway station into the dim light.

Splash!

She was met with even heavier rain.

“…Gurgle…”

She let out a sob and ran away into the distance.

Pop, pop, pop.

Shoes splashed through the water, one puddle after another.

She didn't know where she was sitting or where she should go.

She just ran in the rain, as if that would make her forget everything.

Rumble!

Huge trucks were running over the road beside us.

It pushes the rainwater against its current, displacing all the water droplets in all directions.

The water chain lashed out at the blonde woman beside her, causing her to shiver involuntarily.

She was stunned.

The woman slowly stopped walking and looked at the street across the street.

Through the rain, the green lights flickered intermittently.

His pupils trembled, his hands and feet were ice-cold, as if something had fallen from the sky and covered his head.

There seemed to be a figure leaning against that telephone pole.

Waiting...waiting for what?

"what…"

Eliza opened her mouth.

Cars whizzed by... It should be a red light now, and it should be a green light for me.

The woman silently watched the rows of cars.

His hand began to sway slightly.

"Is doing this... also the answer?"

She muttered to herself, leaning forward.

"if you can…"

His feet lifted as if he were about to step forward.

"At least... I can prove that I'm not just thinking about myself... right?"

As I got closer and closer to the road, I could almost hear the roar of car engines beside me.

Perhaps soon, all worries will be gone.

I'm... fine as I am...

Snapped!

My wrist was suddenly pulled, and the touch was warm.

"careful!"

Then came the girl's gasp, and an irresistible pressure.

"!?"

Snapped!

Eliza was pulled to the ground, splashing water everywhere.

"The light is red across the street! There are cars coming! Can't you see that?"

The girl's scolding voice came from behind.

Eliza paused for a moment, then looked back at the traffic light across the street.

There was only red there…never any green.

"Say something?! Wait...you're not really blind, are you? Are you alright?"

Behind him, the girl's voice gradually softened.

Eliza turned around shakily.

A pair of eyes, as red as jade, were looking at him.

Her blonde hair, which was even darker than her own, seemed to have gotten a little wet.

"what…"

Eliza's mouth was open, but she couldn't say anything.

"wait…?"

Ichi Nijika opened her eyes wide.

The woman in front of me was soaked to the bone, but her face was still clearly recognizable.

"You are...Miss Eliza?!"

Chapter 441 Taking in

"please."

A cup of hot tea was served to Eliza.