"Huh?"
My face paled. There was nowhere to run, I was trapped in this room with Sango.
"Actors? Script? What does this have to do with Satoru-san?"
Sango tilted her head and looked at me silently.
The silence thickened and the tension was so thick it could be cut through with a knife.
I hurriedly racked my mind for what to say
"Oh! Haha, I must have been sleep talking about my lines in a play I am in. I guess it must happen often since I have been getting more into character."
I nervously eek out while I eye her reaction to judge whether she believed it or not.
Yet, she stays silent with an inquisitive look on her face.
'Does she believe me?' My thoughts ran amok. A thousand thoughts a second, but these seconds stretch on for eons.
We face each other in a game of chicken. But as it turns out I am a chicken, and she is a fox.
'What more should I say, if anything at all? The more I say, the less believable it is!' After many repeats, I can verifiably confirm that I am good under pressure; however, when the manifestation of your trauma is eye to eye with you, maybe anyone else can understand my loss for words.
Who knows what she will do to me, after all Sango is the most vicious of the heroines! What she did to Satoru is something I would dare not see again-
"Oh, Friend B, I didn't know you like plays. I suppose, I've learned something new about you. Once again, we share another similarity."
My thoughts get cut off by her remark. Her smiling face exemplifies her beauty, she looks genuinely pleased. Her demeanor shows a young at heart and innocent persona; but I know what she is and what she does.
She is a sadist who will stop at nothing to own what she has set her eyes on, and even worse once she possesses that said thing, she will break them to fit her own desire.
Satoru has become her plaything many times over, and every-time he has died because of Sango's possessiveness. This is one of the many reasons I pity Satoru, his face once he is in the clutches of Sango is disturbing
That is why I need to get out of this room quickly, or else-
"What play is it?"
'Huahahaha! Truly an easy question Sango because I can think of whatever play I want to you!'
"Shakespeare."
Fuck.
"Oh, how nice~! I love Shakespeare plays"
Sango says with lovely smile that makes her blossom like a flower. Seriously, I might die from sugar overload if not her hands. She doesn't look at all like the person who would kill Satoru later. Good thing she bought me saying Shakespeare though, makes things for me easier.
Regardless, I haven't asked the most important question yet
"Why are you here, Sango-san?"
"This."
She holds up my lunchbox that I had left on the bench outside.
"Oh! How foolish of me, Thank you."
I say earnestly to throw off her suspicion, but she says something unexpected
"Great! You owe me one, right? So, next lunch eat with me. I'll decide the place. Ok~?"
Her cheerful expression almost beguiled me. Is this the cold person who finds everything a chore? But, even weirder, I had to ask
"Don't you usually eat with Satoru?"
She twitched and her expression darkened for one instance, for a second she looked disgusted. Maybe I shouldn't have asked that? I guess I rubbed the genie's bottle with this one.
"Don't mention him."
She said in her previous cheerful façade.
Huh? What did Satoru do? Should restart this repeat?
~ring~
The bell rang dispelling the tension.
Sango looked at me
"let's go to class"
I looked at her for a second, I realized that I was still in the bed at the nurses office and I hadn't even moved the sheets off myself.
I contemplated for a second and decided to go back to class, back on track, back to the script.
"Sure"
I got from the bed
"Let's hold hands"
"Huh?"
I must have been too groggy from getting up and started hallucinating. This thought was dispelled when Sango held out her hand.
"Here."
I was dumbfounded, why do I need to hold her hand?
"Why do I need to hold your hand?"
"I dunno? I felt like it. Here hold it~!"
She took my hand and started dragging me forward at a quick pace
"Sango-san slow down, we might hit someone"
I sheepishly said, embarrassed that I was holding someone's hand. Funny isn't it? I have had thousands of repeats but in none of them did I feel like this. Nervous, excited, and embarrassed I have never felt such emotions.
Can this really be the Sango who I fear unconditionally?
"Come on Friend B!"
It felt nice.
We made it to the classroom to find it full of the extras, Satoru was not here as he would arrive late due to Sumiko. Sango was still holding onto my hand, I tried to let go but she tightened her grip. So, I had no other choice but to let it be.
"Until Satoru arrives, don't let go."
She looked at me with an expression I have never seen on her face. Was it dependence? This isn't a part of the script, what is wrong with her?
I wanted to ask why, but her eyes shimmered with tears. For some reason, I couldn't let her go. Who was she? Is this Okamoto Sango, the edelweiss? The mountain top flower that Satoru has died to many times to?
When I was absentmindedly thinking about this new Sango, Kohaku entered the room.
"What the heck!?"
I was mortified
'This repeat is beyond saving'