(Karsten)
Arata's words left me stunned. She cared so deeply, even after I broke her heart. I hadn't smoked in front of her in a long time, and yet she always knew when I did.
I saw her hide her head back down under the quilt, disappointment clearly visible on her face.
Tossing the towel aside, I slowly lowered myself onto the sofa and lay down, picking my legs up.
Did she abhor my smoking so much, or was she only concerned about my health?
She was so near and yet I couldn't even touch her. The memories of our lovemaking erupted inside me like fireworks, setting everything on fire.
I was so desperate that I wished she would return to me in my Azul persona. But she was even ignoring me there. She was smart, and her sixth sense must have been warning her not to trust anyone, especially a masked freak she hadn't even seen.
Swirling in warm memories and the feeling of her lips, I fell asleep, only to be awakened by her shrill cry.
