Chapter 11: Unspoken Words

Evening.

Sugiyama's House.

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Kaori's POV.

I'm lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, drowning in my thoughts. The dim glow of my bedside lamp casts long shadows across the walls, but my mind is darker than the room. My chest feels heavy, like a weight pressing down, making it hard to breathe. The soft rustling of the curtains from the evening breeze is the only sound, yet it does nothing to ease the turmoil in my head.

What is wrong with me?

Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me?

I left Yuto hanging—just like that. Ignored him. Walked away as if he didn't deserve an explanation. Like he wasn't worth the effort to say anything at all. But why? What was I thinking?

No—what am I thinking now?

Yesterday, I was fine. Well, mostly. But today, I avoided him. I changed the seating arrangements just so Chi wouldn't sit next to him. I did all that, but for what? What am I trying to accomplish?