Faced with the blackened heroine, they actually stopped time

She opened the door gently.

The living room outside was indeed dim and no lights were on.

Asagiri Ran clearly remembered that there was only a thin blanket on the sofa, which she used to wrap herself in when watching TV when she was cold.

To say it is an air-conditioned quilt seems a bit of an exaggeration.

Can he really sleep? And snore?

The closer I get to Asagiri Ran, the more outrageous it seems. Is this boy too heartless, or is he really not afraid of the cold?

When she walked to the sofa, she could see Oreki Gen's figure vaguely through the dim light.

He leaned against the back of the sofa, used his own pillow as a pillow, then took off his coat and covered himself on the thin blanket.

He curled up slightly and his breathing became heavy.

So much so that snoring sounds can be heard occasionally.

It could be due to breathing problems, or it could be due to being too tired during the day... I seem to have heard Nao Kujo say that adolescent boys have a lot of strange bad habits.

What is drooling in class...

What is snoring when sleeping...

So it’s normal, right?

But...why don't I feel it's noisy when I get closer?

Looking at the slightly curled up appearance, he must be a little cold after all, and looks a little pitiful.

Asagiri Ran's original plan was to wake the other person up loudly, and then use this natural and reasonable method to make the other person at least stay with her through this period of sleeplessness.

But now...why do I feel a little bit reluctant?

What did he do today? He looks so tired...

Asagiri Ran stood nearby, watching the other person's posture.

This sofa is not very wide, but it is not narrow either.

So just right, at the place where the other person's thighs and stomach were not tightly connected, there appeared a gap that seemed just big enough for me to sit in.

But why sit down?

Why did this idea come about?

Aren’t you trying to avoid any contact with the other person?

But...the scene of myself throwing myself on him before going to bed appeared in my mind.

It seems that I can still remember the firmness of the other person's chest and the warmth of that embrace.

It's like a safe haven that can accommodate any anxiety and comfort all misfortunes.

Anyway...

Anyway, he is snoring in his sleep, so he won’t wake up easily, right?

Probably...it won't be discovered.

Just sit for a while... for a while, and feel again the warmth that I didn't fully feel before because I was too flustered and my mind was too blank.

It's normal...

After all, I have never experienced that feeling, and it’s not that I like him... I’m just paving the way for a relationship that seems out of reach even in the future.

Well... maybe I will never fall in love with anyone or be with any man in the future.

After all, I can't accept anyone sincerely, and who can tolerate my insincere character?

So just for a moment...

This thought came to my mind, and my body began to move towards that direction step by step.

It seems that this distance is not long, but very short.

But why is it that when I go down an inch, many scenes of myself and this young man together emerge, and I can even seem to hear their conversation at that time?

It’s like a movie playing automatically in your mind.

What was ringing in my ears was not the north wind howling outside the window.

Instead, it seems to represent the sound of waves for an entire summer.

Clattering.

Sinking in the sound of such waves.

She finally sat on the sofa and felt the other person's body temperature.

At this moment, the girl, who felt extremely disgusted with having physical contact with anyone, froze up.

She thought she would regret it and would be very resistant to making such a foolish decision.

But after a brief stiffness, she did not feel the slightest bit of disgust.

There was no discomfort.

in contrast.

The irresistible warmth and inexplicable attraction came over me, as if the boy was hugging me from behind.

But he didn't move.

Still breathing evenly.

All this is just an illusion of my own, just a momentary delusion.

It's an excess of self-consciousness, a kind of hypocrisy that only dares to do such a thing at this time.

It was also at this moment when she felt the warmth that Asagiri Ran deeply realized how terrible she was.

indeed.

As the young man said, it was not him who made himself a bad person, but he himself... was a bad person.

She no longer stiffened her body, but turned gently in such warmth and looked down at the other person's peaceful sleeping face.

He doesn't snore now.

Just sleeping like a baby, with eyes closed, and long eyelashes trembling slightly.

How can boys have such long and straight eyelashes?

It looks really good on his face.

Now she could speak honestly.

"I'll never see anyone like you again."

She faced the problem honestly.

What I was thinking about was our future together, a future that I could see the end of at a glance, a future in which there would be no more intersection after this short, remaining high school time was over.

One day he would leave that little apartment and go away with someone unknown.

Maybe I will be the first one to leave here.

No matter what, I will leave.

And once you leave, there will never be a chance to meet again.

And she also knew clearly that there would never be another Oreki Gen, and there would never be another boy like him.

So beautiful.

So weird.

And a young man who could inexplicably break into his own world.

"Never again..."

Why did her eyes turn red as she repeated this sentence?

My nose feels a little sour.

What is even more unbearable is the emotions that seem to be seeping in my heart bit by bit. I thought that my mental defense was so solid that it should be a castle that could not be penetrated by any swords, guns, sticks, or any other weapons. It should be a strict military fortress.

But why...

When this young man appeared in his world, cracks began to appear little by little.

It started out as just a gap.

But there was clearly something gushing out in my heart that couldn't stop at all.

That sour feeling seemed to be about to drown all my persistence.

She couldn't help but stretch out her hand, but she only dared to touch the other person's cheek lightly with her fingertips, just a little touch, as if she was afraid of destroying a beautiful dandelion.

The arc of her eyes was rippled, and the flickering light was rippling.

Faintly visible.

Like silver flakes in a clear stream.

A gentle touch, all the way to his shoulder, to his strong, sturdy arms.

She felt like crying.

I really want to cry.

She wanted to question many things, question the world, and question the invisible yet omnipresent thread of so-called fate.

Why...can't you be simpler?

Why do many things have to be so complicated.

Why do I have to go through so many stories, so many characters, so many strange plots that make me struggle and unable to break away from them between me and him...

"Why..."

"Why..."

She didn't realize a lot of things.

I didn't realize that the castle in my heart had been shattered.

There are no flowers blooming, but the tree is shaking and about to fall.

Why I never got it.

Always losing.

I lost my parents, my family, and even my sister is just a soul in my heart that cannot be truly seen.

She lost the youth that a normal girl would have.

We lost the possibility of making friends and leading a normal life in our youth.

I lost a lot of happiness, I lost...I lost the opportunity to be happy.

She already knew she was crying.

But I can't help it, I really can't help it.

Just like the moment when a flood breaks through the dam, no one will try to repair the defenses and can only wait until the tide recedes.

Before this moment comes, one can only let it vent and release as much as possible.

She just didn't realize that she had almost her entire body lying on the boy.

She tried her best to control her body's trembling; she didn't want him to wake up.

Not at all.

She just wanted to enjoy such moments as much as possible, to be aware of her inner fragility, her fear of loss, and her inability to realize her regretful weakness.

Why are people so hypocritical...

Why...I can never get the favor of fate.

Why do we always allow ourselves to see the beauty, and then watch how the beauty leaves us little by little.

Why is this?

"Why..."