MY consciousness suddenly snapped awake. I was a little perplexed by the ceiling I looked up at.
Where am I?
I sat up in the leather chair and confirmed my surroundings. My mind finally caught up to what was going on.
“Why did I dream of something from years ago?” I grumbled to myself.
A sigh naturally slipped out as I endured the desire to crouch on the ground. Pathetic. My eyes just so happened to rest on the tray of food left on the low table in the middle of the room. The food Azusa left for me hours ago long had turned cold.
I moved over to the sofa and snatched up one of the sandwiches. Azusa probably prepared a lighter meal for me thinking it would be easier to eat.
Considerate women are the best, I casually thought before pushing back my hair.
“What am I thinking, calling her a woman?”
I told myself there’s no way I could acknowledge the girl I’ve known since she was four as a woman.
Am I being influenced by the weird rumors floating around about us? I wondered.
I think I’ve been out of it lately.
She always does things that take me by surprise. She always smiles happily by my side and touches me without freaking out. She angrily yelled that she’s not scared of me and described these disturbing eyes as rubies. I know I should warn her off and fix the lack of sensibility she’s had since she was four, but I still can’t bring myself to do that.
Even Subaru, even Ichi, and even Youta, trembled in fear the first time they saw my eyes. But she never has. I’d probably never recover if the day came when she’d shrink back in fear of my eyes. I don’t care if the world fears me. I just couldn’t bear it if she did.
Just three people. Of all the people I have ever met, only three people didn’t fear my eyes.
Among those three, two are long dead. I feel like my dream was a warning not to get ahead of myself. My own subconscious, and no one else, was advising me not to be happy.