*ੈ✩₊˚▐ ❝ 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑
ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒇 ❞
in which an enigmatic model student gets dropped to 3-E. as they grow to accept her, the infamous end class begins to unravel her secre...
Whenever I see his face, distressed, ecstatic and stoic, I actually feel glad to see that side of him. So by seeing how his pale face was still and emotionless, I was left with mixed emotions that gave me frogs in my stomach.
I was thankful, yes. I was so grateful for the fact the he was alive because I still owed him. I owed him a lot. I owed him his happiness, his family, his time.
If anything, I might as well have said that I owed him my life, but Haru wouldn't like that.
He was quite optimistic, this man. He truly lived up to his name that meant spring. He was my beginning. I was just hoped that this beginning won't end.
Most times I read a book while waiting, but sometimes I couldn't help but stare at the unconscious man laying in front of me.
"Ne, Haru" I told my beloved, trying my best not to burst into tears, "promise me you'll wake up alright?".
As I turned away from him, I looked at the newly bought flowers that caught my eye. The beautiful bundle dumped in the trash bin.
She must've been here, I smiled at the thought even if normally people would dislike the fact that they throw away flowers, this one was an exception.
"Haru, we're waiting".
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The nights were getting darker.
I could hear the number of screams, the number of time the small boy begged for it to stop, but my brother remained unmoving. A stoic expression plastered on his face.
It was just like her. The familiar recollection blurred my conscience.
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'Stop it'something from deep inside me thought, all thanks to the familiar situation.
"Nii-sama," I called my brother. "Anymore of this and he'll break".
"You don't get it, Hiyori" he faced me, a grim expression enveloped his face. "He could die if we don't continue---".
No, I couldn't turn a blind eye. Whether we continue the experiment or not, this kid would still die at this rate.
"Sir, the cells gnawing on his brain has become a lot milder now. It seems to be taking effect, should we carry on?" one of his employees asked, cutting him off.
