・・・ xli ・・・
Even though it was already light outside,
the inside of his apartment was dim.
From the entryway he could see why.
The curtains had not been drawn.
The same unbearable silence crept over the walls.
He walked in.
When he reached the living room,
he blinked once in surprise.
Sitting there on the couch alone with his back to him was someone he knew unmistakably.
"... Leo."
His childhood friend hadn't turned around to look at him when Ao called his name.
Ao hesitated.
Something... felt different with him.
He was unusually still and quiet,
as though he didn't know that Ao was there.
He tried once again, this time louder.
"Leo."
Leo flinched.
He finally turned around.
Ao froze.
His eyes widened.
His heart began to race.
A cold feeling began to eat at him.
No. No. No. No.
In his hand Leo was holding the book that he was always reading, its pages open.
He was certain that he had hidden it in his desk.
But that was not the problem.
There were tears falling down his face.
Leo was crying.
No. No. No. No.
Not again—
・・・ xlii ・・・
His hands were shaking.
His legs had lost their strength.
His head began to spin.
Breathe. Breathe.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock—
—No. No. No. No.
I need to get out of here.
"Run—"
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