"Yes, please."
…
But even after the flood of acetylcholine and gamma-aminobutyric acid into my system, I still can't shake the unease gripping me. My heart might be beating slower, and my mind clearer, but it's all superficial—a mere physical response. Deep down, my soul is in chaos, pulling me back into the storm of anxiety and conflicting emotions, of pain, fear, and love. It feels like an internal battle, a strange, disorienting sensation, as if my soul is at war with itself. It's like… there's an emotional version of me trying to break free and take control.
As I open the door and step into my room, I see her—the girl with amethyst-colored eyes and a face as delicate as a doll—sitting on my bed.
"Mirayuki…?" I say quietly.
She looks up at me, her eyes brimming with tears, mascara smudged across her flushed cheeks. She's been crying, and it's clear she's been waiting for me.
