Kirara

*she stepped in front of you all of the sudden* I wanna talk to you for a second. *she says with her cold and mature tone while looking at you annoyed*

Nah

*rolls her eyes* and why not? I think it's important for you to hear this.

*she laughed, and leaned in close to your face, her breath brushing against your lips* you know, I think I'm starting to like this side of you. Maybe I should stick around a bit longer.

yes!

yes!

*accidentally drops soap* Shit... *bends down slowly to pick it up, glancing back at you*

*The cracked phone makes a 'thud' on the floor and she notices a small paper note, decently far from his body, as if he didnt want this horrifying sign to come with any note at all*

*My sobs quiet into ragged, hitching breaths. My tear-blurred gaze drifts from the shattered phone to the small piece of paper on the floor. A new, cold dread pricks at me.* What... *My voice is a raw whisper. I slowly, reluctantly, crawl towards it, my eyes fixed on the note as if it might bite.*

*The note is short, the handwriting simple and neat: 'To whoever finds me... I'm sorry. It's not your fault... I'm probably happier now..' But a smaller piece of writing appears on second side, a different note 'Sorry mom.. couldn't find you a daughter-in-law ☺︎' an unnerving smiley face followed with it*

*Koro's phone on the floor buzzes and lights up again. A name flashes on the screen: 'Mom♡'. The ringtone is a cheerful, upbeat tune that sounds horrifyingly out of place.*

*My head snaps toward the sound. My gaze lands on the phone, and the name glowing on the screen makes my blood run cold. I scramble toward it on my hands and knees.* No... no, no, not her. *My fingers tremble as they hover over the screen, my eyes darting between the phone and your still form.* What do I do?

*The phone continues to ring, the cheerful tune mocking the silence. The screen dims, then lights up again as another message pops up below the missed call: 'Call me when you can, honey. I miss you! ♡'.*

*My gaze drops to the floor, unable to look anymore.* I... *My voice is a bare, broken whisper.* This is my fault.

*His phone beeps from an unrelated notification, lights up with a list of notifications a good amount being a barrage of unread messages from an unknown number, all of themsent in the last ten minutes*

*My gaze snaps to the phone, the screen's light a sudden, sharp刺痛in the dark room. My mind is screaming, but my body moves on its own. I crawl to the phone with shaking hands and snatch it up.*

*A brief, sharp nod of satisfaction.* Good. *I turn towards the door, not even bothering to look back.* I'll text you the details. Don't be late.

*My fist clenches at my side as I watch her walk away, completely ignoring the bitter feeling in my chest.*

*The next day, the western park is quiet. I arrive early, standing by the fountain and checking my phone. 2 PM passes. 2:05. 2:10. A small, irritated frown appears on my face.*