Chapter 377 - I want to see Akito (1/2)

It was already late when she returned to the house with Yang, imagine Chauncey's surprise when they returned together. It looked like Chauncey wanted to comment, but it was difficult for him, too, with Yang's protective arms across her shoulders.

Yang did not say anything when they returned to the room. He touched her a little bit but didn't finish since he fell asleep. Setsura wanted to read some of the books she brought back from the library, but she felt exhausted.

Her eyelids feel heavy, and she fell asleep.

...

People say dreams are merely to do with a person's imagination. But how could something so painful possibly be made up?

'Are you in pain?'

'Good suffer. Remember your sin. Keep remembering, remembering it, and even when things have changed for you, remember it'.

'Because there is no use in trying to escape... Instead, you must...'

Ah, that's right; that person told her such words. Even though he was the person who helped her escape her pain.

He also reminded her of her sins, but that was fine.

He did not have to remind her in the first place.

No matter how much time passed by, she would always remember it. The pain she caused those dear to her and the expressions on their faces afterwards.

She won't forget it.

She won't end her life and die because that would mean running away. It would mean trying to escape, escape from all the pain she caused people, and that wouldn't be right.

Penance for the many sins she had amassed--

”Setsura, wake UP.”

Setsura opened her eyes and found Yang shaking her awake; he was shouting for her to escape the nightmare that had plagued her since she fell asleep. She felt her entire body trembling, the sound of her rapid heartbeat and ringing in her ears.

The world felt like it was spinning. But she slowly calm down.

Yang carefully wrapped his arm around her, ”Are you going to be sick?”

Setsuraa nodded as he carefully led her into the bathroom. Ah, what's wrong with her? She really.... She suddenly felt warmth brush her hair away from her face.

”Setsura,” Yang said gently.

What a tender and gentle voice. Quite some time has passed since Yang has said her name this way.

I am not usually an emotional person. But some things move me.

So warm and so very kind. That's right, despite what others say about him, this person has always been, ”...Your warm.”