"You don't look well,— Sayo sat next to her in class again, closer than usual.
"Why don't you rest?" I'll tell the teacher that you're not feeling well.
—No need, thanks.
She didn't back down.
— Kurume… I'm really worried. You've become more gloomy than usual.
"I'm just tired," I said, staring at my notebook.
Silence.
Then I felt her hand on mine.
"You don't have to keep everything to yourself," the voice was soft.
"I'm right here."
I slowly removed my hand without even looking at it.
— You don't need to be around.
—...what?"
"I'll handle it myself."
She pursed her lips.
Second. Another. And she smiled again.
—Well... whatever you want." But I'm still there, even if you don't ask.
After lessons
She was waiting for me at the exit.
"Maybe we should go for a walk?" Just like that. You, me, the park. It's warm today.
"I'm not in the mood."
"But I've already planned everything..." she lowered her shoulders a little.
"I just wanted to spend the day with you." Is it really that bad?
I looked at her again.
A face that looked kind.
But there's something else in his eyes.
Obsessive.
"I'm sorry. Not today.
I left.
Without looking back.
Night
Miyako still hadn't read the messages.
It's been two days now.
I didn't know where she was, or who she was with.
And I didn't know how to get even one word out of this silence.
But I knew one thing for sure — no one would replace her next to me.
Nobody.