Is it really a straight girl?

I was so scared that I wanted to throw away the pistol, my hands were trembling, my breathing was disordered, and I was depressed.

After I waited for a while, I put the pistol on the desk, and there was still the comic book on the desk, and I had to send it to Mahiru later...

However, this is not what Miji is going to do now.

I turned off the light in the room with all my might—because the pale light was so blinding that I wanted to close my eyes.

I took off the bathrobe on my body, didn't care about the still damp long hair, didn't care about the body that wasn't dried, and didn't care about the chill.

I fell on the bed alone, my limbs were weak, I couldn't move, and I let the sorrow turn into a heavy night to close me.

I closed my eyes, breathed, and missed that person—the strange thing is, I can’t understand the fact that Chitose is dead anyway, I can’t believe it, obviously I saw her pull the trigger and fall on the sofa, even Heard the gunshots with his own ears.

I can't accept this fact either.

Xing is that the thoughts are too chaotic, I don't know how much time has passed, I just remember that I was tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep.

I think of the first time I saw this person, she looked completely naked, just like I am now, but her figure was even thinner than myself... And at that time, she had that kind of, it seemed The ethereal aura that will disappear in the next moment.

Yes……

The next moment it will be gone.

"Do things that are perfect disappear the fastest?" I asked, not knowing who I was actually asking.

Naturally, there was no answer.

I lied to Chitose earlier.

I said I was sleepy, Miss Chitose, please go back to your room, Yaki has to get up early to make breakfast tomorrow... I also lied to myself, saying that tomorrow is a new day.

But I'm not sleepy.

Chitose didn't go back to her room either.

Tomorrow is not a new day either.

I cried.

I was so sad that I couldn't stop crying.

……

310 nine and four days

After closing her eyes, Mi Ji couldn't quite remember how many times she fell asleep and woke up again. Tonight, she always exists between fantasy and reality.

The lacrimal gland cannot be suppressed and cannot be manipulated, crying until the throat hurts when coughing.

The window is always open, but the sound of the outside world is very subtle at night, and the car only honks every few minutes.

The consciousness has regained a bit of sobriety, the outside world is already dark, and the hazy feeling of lack of sleep still surrounds the mind at this time.

Mi Ji opened her blurred eyes. After waking up from the dream, she had to face the reality again, the truth that she didn't want to remember.

"Miss Chitose..." the girl murmured.

She didn't check what time it was, she forgot where she took off her previous clothes, and where she put her phone... She didn't care about these.

The world is constantly pulling her towards the sane side, like a tug of war.

She wanted to sink into a dream, but reality wanted to pull her out abruptly.

Miji was unable to resist this pull, so he had to let his consciousness escape from the thick sleep, and the very uncomfortable feeling of depression was seriously felt again.

Compared with the weird sixth sense before, the depression and dull pain at this time are several times more obvious.

She didn't want to make any movements, but even if she lay motionless on the bed in a daze, she couldn't get half of peace.

The air seemed to be thickened, and breathing was not as easy as before.

Miji seems to have come to a higher density planet, where the gravity is much stronger than before.

Her lips were drying up, but she didn't want to reach out to grab a water glass from the bedside table, she just digested her sorrow in this silence.

What would a girl like Miki do when she was sad?

The girl was lying flat on the bed, with the quilt that should have been covering her body pressed behind her, and her back was covered with nothing.

She stretched her hand upwards, toward the ceiling that she had only seen a few times, and asked in her heart:

Will go to KTV?See a movie?Invite friends to go out and relax?Or be a little more open…to a bar?nightclub?

Ah.

Miki smiled.

With dry lips and hoarse throat, he smiled helplessly at the unresponsive ceiling in front of him.

Not even half a smile in the true sense.

Mi Ji's previous life was probably smooth sailing, or at least calm, with only a few ups and downs at ordinary times, and there were seldom any real turbulent waves.

Then, a friend who had known him for three days and had a very good relationship committed suicide with a gun in front of him.

What I said at that time, the pictures and scenes at that time kept coming to my mind.

Can't stop thinking, can't stop remembering.

Sorrow is sorrow, it cannot be vented, it cannot be dispelled by other people's comfort, and it cannot be erased by simply going out for a walk.

It is the imprint of cinnabar on the tip of the heart, which is longer and deeper than the physical wound.

She understands a little bit why some people use alcohol to relieve their sorrows. Only when their brains are in a trance can they forget everything for a short time.

Mi Ji tossed and turned uneasily, the coolness in the dimness was striking, but this obvious coolness still couldn't make him regain his composure, even though the temperature in the room with the window open tonight was already very low, and the girl who was not covered by the quilt was naked.

If it was normal, Miki would definitely be shivering from the cold, and would be anxiously covering her quilt and curling up into a ball... However, today is different.

The coldness of the skin is not important, on the contrary, such a needle-like coldness can divert one's mind a little bit.

The thirst in the throat kept deepening, and there was water on the bedside table, but at most, Mi Ji just swallowed saliva to moisten it and relieve it.

……

I don't know how long it has passed, and I don't know what time it is.

In short, the night outside the window is gradually disappearing, and the east emits a ray of light, and then the light slowly dispels the darkness.

The darkness in Yaki's own room also slowly receded, and the colors appeared faintly.

But Miji didn't want to see these colors.

She wanted to go to the bed and close all the windows and draw the curtains.She wanted to immerse her room in darkness again, and let herself continue to sink in it - but she was not even willing to drink water herself, how could she get out of bed and walk to close the window.

The night has passed, but the deep night in Miji's heart still lingers for a long time, and there is no dawn in this deep night.

What about breakfast?Miki thought of this.

"Please let me rest for a while..." the girl with lifeless eyes said bitterly.

She didn't want to worry about breakfast, or work, or even friends.

Although being alone is of no use to the pain in her heart, all she wants is quiet, quiet like sleep.

Because chaotic thoughts are entwining in my mind, I can't have a moment of peace.

Miji fell on the bed, facing to one side, blinking his eyes once and for all.

Tears dried up.

As brighter light enters the room bit by bit, the outlines and colors of the various things Mi Ji sees are becoming clearer.

Now is the time of day and night.

……

It wasn't until he didn't want to continue to endure the thirst that Mi Ji waved his corpse-like arms in a daze, grabbing the glass of water on the table and pouring it towards himself.

Grunting and drinking continued, until the glass was empty and the lower abdomen seemed to rise and fall, the water glass hit the solid table again.

Yaji, who was struggling to support his body, also fell on his bed at this time, like a puppet out of control.

The outside world is already full of light, and everything around is clearly visible.

Miji saw that his room seemed to have experienced a drunken riot, all kinds of furniture were crooked, the sofa fell to the ground, and the black gift box was left on the table as garbage.

The floor over there was so dirty, with red marks all over it, and a rag stained with a lot of red was casually thrown on the ground.

Ke Miji didn't want to clean up.

After watching quietly for a long time, I closed my eyes and opened them again, but nothing changed in front of me.

"Meow~"

The soft cry of a kitten suddenly broke the silence.

It was only then that Miji remembered that he was not alone in his room.

The kitten is still there.

The girl quietly glanced an inch to the far corner of the room.

The one- or two-month-old kitten, fully graspable with two hands, was not in its own den.

And the subtle cat meow just now seemed to come from the end of his bed?

The sound of fluttering and caressing was especially obvious in the silent environment. The dark gray kitten grabbed the hanging quilt with its paws and jumped onto the bed lightly.

The small cat's paw pad dented the soft and fluffy quilt a bit. With a curious look, it walked on catwalks and stepped on the nest in front of Mi Ji.

The round eyes like elves met the eyes of the girl with dull eyes.

It opened its mouth again, and let out a small sound—as if it was afraid of disturbing the person in front of it.

Mi Ji looked at the little animal in front of her, only raised her finger a little bit, and leaned against the kitten - at this time, she was still unwilling to take the initiative to do anything.

The kitten rubbed forward and patted it with its small paws.

The shiny index finger and the little furry paw touched together.

Today is the fourth day.

……