𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝔻𝕠𝕟𝕦𝕥𝕤 [𝐻𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓃𝑒𝓃𝑒] {𝘛𝘉/𝘑𝘚𝘏𝘒}
ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 25; ᴘʀᴏᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ
Nene POV:
One day I was in the school garden, with my friends.
I had a lot of friends suddenly. My foreign appearance attracted a lot of curious people. I did my best to act as the new personality Aoi had designed for me. And just like that, everyone wanted to be my friend. I was glad to be back, doing things I loved, gardening and cooking and just feeling at home.
I missed my ghostly adventures, but I couldn't say I didn't feel finally safe for once. Not constantly with my life hanging over my head. Everything felt warm, safe, normal...
But it was like there was a gap in my heart. My evening bathroom duty. Playing with the mokke. Hanging out with Kou. Having Hanako-kun next to me in class.
My life felt joyfully empty without apparitions.
But it wasn't a joy that could last. So one day, after a particulary tiring day, I gave up the plan.
I went to the bathroom in search of Hanako-kun.
Tentatively, I slid into the empty bathroom. The water faucet had stains on it and the place was practically wrecked by the mokke. Without my nightly cleaning, the bathroom looked like a mess.
I approached Hanako's stall and knocked on it. Once. Twice. Thrice.
"Hanako-kun?"
Author POV:
"You again."
His voice in Nene's ear was low and haunting. Nene jerked back from the bathroom door, gasping in fright.
"Hanako-kun!" She quickly turned to face the apparition sitting on the windowsill. He wore an expression of faint boredem, but something in his eyes was deadly.
"What do you want?" He hissed.
Nene recoiled. Hanako was usually so furious, threatening. His voice dripped venom. "I just... Hanako-kun, I just want you to believe me. Please. I am Yashiro Nene. What can I do that will prove me to you?"
Hanako POV:
God. That girl, standing there, with her tumbling red hair and her thin legs and her frightened eyes.
Exactly who Yashiro wanted to be and exactly who I didn't want to see.
I'd just come back from a roughing up from Tsukasa, another reminder of who I once was. The whole world looked faintly blurred and dark. I tightened my grip on the windowsill. I was in no mood to deal with this girl.
I was in no mood to hear more about Yashiro Nene.
"Leave." I forced a smile that came out as more of a sneer. "Just leave. I don't know you, I don't care who you are, just leave me alone."
"Hanako-kun!" she whispered. "Please believe me, please, I am Yashiro Nene, I promise."
"No!" I banged my head against the glass of the window furiously. "I don't want... I don't want to hear her name again. I don't, I can't!"
My fault yet again. All, all my fault.
....
"HANAKO-KUN!" the girl shouted, "JUST LISTEN TO ME!"
Nene POV:
The world was blurry.
Hanako POV:
The world was blurry.
Author POV:
Everything was blurred. Where were the lines? Where were the lines that could and couldn't be crossed? What was the truth? Who was she, who was he?
"Just... listen." Nene sobbed. "Listen. Please.
Remember the spooky corridors and that ghostly festival? We faced it all together. I can't forget it, and neither can you. Ever since I saw you, I knew I couldn't unsee you. Every single moment, every memory, I haven't forgotten, so test me. I won't forget any of it, never. I won't forget you, either, and I won't give up. I need you, just let yourself need me too. Because I can be that person for you.
That person you won't regret loving."
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