"𝗜'𝗟𝗟 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨."-In the dark and twisted world of fame and nepotism, a chilling tale unfolds. Kyoko, a former psychopath and killer, has been reincarnated as an ordinary child named (y/n) Arima. Devoid of extraordinary talent...
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Kyoko's heart sank as the words reached her ears, delivered through the phone with a solemn tone. She stood frozen, her hand trembling, as Gurou relayed the shocking news. Sarina, the little girl they had both grown fond of, had passed away. The weight of the news crashed upon Kyoko like a tidal wave, engulfing her in a sea of grief and disbelief.
They had become friends over the past few months, bonded by their shared experiences and genuine connection. Sarina had been a ray of light in their lives, a reminder of the fragility and preciousness of existence. And now, she was gone, leaving an empty void that seemed impossible to fill.
As the reality of the situation settled in, Kyoko's pain grew unbearable. She felt a surge of anger, frustration, and overwhelming sadness. The weight of it all consumed her, clouding her thoughts and numbing her senses.
Lost in her anguish, she failed to notice the impatient customer standing in front of her, demanding quick service. The person's sharp voice cut through her haze, snapping her back to reality. Without thinking, Kyoko turned her gaze towards them, her eyes burning with a mix of sorrow and anger.
"Can't you wait?" she retorted, her words dripping with bitterness. "Have some patience and show some damn respect!"
The customer was taken aback by Kyoko's outburst, momentarily speechless. Kyoko, no longer able to bear the weight of her emotions in that confined space, stormed out of the cafe, tears streaming down her face.
She walked through the bustling streets, her steps heavy and erratic. The world around her seemed to blur, as if mirroring the chaos within her. Her mind raced with memories of Sarina, of the laughter they had shared, the dreams they had woven together. Now, all she was left with were fragments of a bond that had been cruelly severed.
In that moment, Kyoko felt the weight of the temporary nature of life, of the fleeting moments that could be snatched away without warning. The pain she felt was a testament to the depth of her connection, a testament to the beauty and fragility of human existence.
As her emotions teetered on the brink of overwhelming despair, Kyoko found herself seeking solace in the darkness of her apartment once again. The emptiness that greeted her seemed to echo her inner turmoil, a reminder of the void left by Sarina's absence.
