Why does a girl like her have so many scars? She was raised in luxury and was supposed to have everything. If her parents did not die from the accident, then perhaps Sumire would not be like this now. His thoughts broke off when Sumire slumped her head on his chest, causing his eyes to widen. "Even if you do this, you can't bribe me," Yuhi muttered.
"Mm, I guess not. But it is okay, Yuhi."
Okay? How can this be okay? Yuhi felt like screaming; he wanted to get angry at her. How could she think this is okay?
He took a deep breath and tried to turn his attention elsewhere. But his attention fell on the new injury. Yuhi did not know when "It's not your fault."
"I know."
"I'll be fine."
"I know."
"It's healing very well. It probably won't even leave a scar."
"I know."
He doesn't need a mark to be able to see it. Yuhi will regret it anyway. He was right there beside her, how could she have gotten hurt? How useless.
