When did this happen?
Mikado Hikaru, who had all the sparkles gathered on him, who was beloved by all the flowers, suddenly died in an accident.
Before he was even 16–
I absentmindedly searched my memories as I listened to the news of his death over my cellphone.
I shed off the clothing called rationality because I wanted to see Hikaru.
My soul seemed to leave my body, flying in the night sky as I only cared about seeing him, seeing him, seeing him. I continued to run on the dirt path, let the grass cut my shins and ankles, let the icy cold rain pierce through my body, to where he was. Ahh, those were what happened yesterday.
Even if I were to become an evil spirit, I would still want to get to that person.
What enthralled me, more than that guy’s cruelty, stubbornness, love for lies, fear of loneliness…more than anything else, was my love for that person.
I knew right from the beginning that our love was a forbidden cardinal sin. It was not permitted by this world, and no one around us would bless us. My body felt like it was cut, stabbed through and burned–it was a tragic romance and bitter love that was accompanied with sadness and despair.
I definitely must not let anyone else know, and I will continue to love him in this darkness where the moonlight cannot shine into. Did we not lock our fingers and swear?
That this was a secret for a lifetime.
But why did Hikaru say those words last night?
Amidst the icy cold bone-chilling rain, on the brink of death, that expression Hikaru showed–
Only I saw it all. That expression, those eyes, that act.
That was a cruel betrayal to love.
At that time…
What were you thinking?