“Hey, Kuro.” After some time of unstated tranquility between us, I name out Kurokawa’s title, whose head is on my shoulder.

As I look over her facet, a pair of exuberant emerald inexperienced eyes calmly observe me. With a fast look, I can see they’re stuffed with nothing besides happiness and pleasure. Her delicate smile is so pure and shiny that it’s onerous to imagine this individual as soon as had such deep hatred for herself. From what I can see, she has grow to be one along with her coronary heart by letting me see her whole face.

The uncertainty Kurokawa possessed is lengthy gone. It has perished, changed into tiny fragments that scatter into the wind like ashes of a defeated foe, by no means to be woke up. Even her darkish, lovely hair appears extra radiant than earlier than—like an angelic halo round her head.

The woman who used to treat herself as pitiful and depressing is now glowing, washed clear by sunshine. Her eyes usually are not lined by an eternal shadow however clear and glistening underneath the solar just like the floor of a transparent lake. She has lastly been free of the shackles of self-hatred. Her personal private hell has been damaged.

I’m not sure if I’m trying on the similar individual minutes in the past. That’s how totally different the 2 variations of Kurokawa are to me.

At the moment, Kuro’s face is near mine. Very shut, the truth is, that I can see clearly how lengthy and curvy her black eyelashes actually are. And really quickly, I cannot draw my gaze away from the bookworm, as if she is asking out to me with out utilizing phrases. She is sort of a little witch that forged a spell on me to maintain me mesmerized by her.The supply of this content material nov(el)bi((n))

But, I don’t hate that feeling. I don’t hate it one bit.

Kurokawa is just not the kind to make use of make-up. As she would cover every part finally, cosmetics had been all the time out of Kurokawa’s perspective. Regardless of that, the faint reddish coloration on her cheeks nonetheless stands out superbly. That lush pink mendacity dormant within the background of Kuro’s white pores and skin enhances her face like a diamond of a golden ring. The distinction between the 2 colours is attractive, making Kuro prettier than ever.

And her hair, every strand adorned with a powerful black coloration, gracefully flutters by the gusts that sometimes blow on prime of our college, determines to indicate me its utmost radiance. Though they often run round my neck and tickle the again of my head, inflicting me to awkwardly scratch the again, I don’t discover Kuro’s hair bothersome. In a approach, they arrive from Kuro. They’re part of her. I cannot hate them for as a lot as I cannot hate Kurokawa herself.

The identical factor might be mentioned about our bookworm’s scar. Honestly, I don’t hate it. Irrespective of how unpleasant Kuro thinks her previous is and the way a lot she needs to cover her scar, it is part of her that I by no means wished to place apart. In my thoughts, to disclaim her previous wound is to disclaim her existence. There isn’t a approach for me to try this. Apart from, it’s the simple proof of every part she has been via.

This world might need implanted the fabricated recollections into Kurokawa, however that’s solely faux to somebody with a third-person perspective. For us, who lived right here because the starting, they had been actual. To me, every part occurred and never on the similar time. However that’s not the rationale to not acknowledge Kuro’s effort. Our bookworm did dwell via a hundred percent of the trials thrown at her by this world. She has been via thick and skinny, with out anybody’s assist, on her personal.

Thus, after I mentioned she was lovely, I meant it. Each. Single. Phrase.

Kurokawa is an excellent individual whose energy is greater than meets the attention. A lot, far more so than she thinks she has. Her magnificence is just not solely her look however her inside nature, too.

By some means, I really feel compelled to place a hand on her hair and pat it frivolously. Curiously, Kuro doesn’t resist my contact. As a substitute, she quietly comes nearer and closes her eyes like a cute cat.

“I’m pleased with you.”

“Thanks.” Kuro solutions quietly. Her lips curve up just a little.

Kuro doesn’t perceive this. Irrespective of how a lot I wished to grow to be the hero in her story, the credit score didn’t belong to me. It was hers to start with.

“Why cannot we compromise?” I ask her as soon as once more.

Kurokawa pinches one thing just a little decrease in my visible subject. “Noooope!”

“Tch! Cussed!”

Wait?! Is that this a nostril? Since when did I’ve a nostril?!

“He he he!” The bookworm chuckles childishly. “I would wish to be cussed infrequently.” She then stops to take a look at me. “If that is nice with you, in fact.”

“Then, I assume I will simply have to surrender.” I sigh dramatically. “Now that you have made me lose hope, I can not do something. My life might be over.”

“He he he! Foolish husband! Don’t be concerned. If you cannot do something, I will assist you. Until demise do us half!”

Her laughter is like music to my ears. It makes me need to snort along with her. And with eyes like that, what may I do besides nodding in settlement?

Appears a bit unfair to a man with out eyes, no…? She will present me her pet eyes, whereas I don’t have them from the beginning…

Nonetheless, I really feel delighted witnessing her on this state.

All through all time, Kuro already had preservation as a energy, manifested as an everlasting shell inconceivable to penetrate in order that she may survive on this lonely world. The nice factor is that it protected her. The dangerous factor is that it stored her away from everybody. Consequently, it prompted her to undergo.

Within the script, Han had gotten Kuro’s physique however by no means had entry to her coronary heart. To her earlier variations, being with Han was solely a approach for her to atone for what she did to her Mom. She knew Han was not her real love. Nonetheless, because of his predetermined nature of being an absolute doormat, he was the one individual on this merciless world who accepted her because the daughter who killed her birth-giver, making him the one one who mattered.

After the occasion, she was mentally damaged.

Whereas Han Som did handle to create intimate scenes with Kurokawa, it was not love. Irrespective of how a lot they did it, she by no means cherished Han nor mentioned ‘I really like you’ to him. She solely wished to be despised and degraded for the horrors she dedicated.

Guilt was residing rent-free within the bookworm’s chest. It crept up, consumed Kurokawa, and eventually pushed her off the sting as soon as the timing was proper. That was why she selected to die at Han’s arms. In Kurokawa’s thoughts, she believed nothing else was left to dwell for.