The Hidden Tears of the Clown Girl

Her place [Soft lemon]

We've been walking in silence for several minutes now.

Both of us are shaken by how the evening unfolded. Probably neither of us expected it.

A while ago, when I exited the venue covered in grease and tears in my eyes, Glam tried to establish contact with me. Concerned.

She gently took my wrist, pulling it slightly towards her, as if to say, "What happened to you? Tell me, you're not alone." However, I rejected the contact.

I abruptly pulled away, telling her everything was fine.

She didn't speak. Without any indication, we started walking.

We've been at it for at least 10 minutes. But only now do I realize it's just a way to build a wall between us. Postponing something we don't want to talk about.

In the past, when I was human, I had relationships that fell apart precisely because of a lack of communication.

I'm making the exact same mistake now.

I turn to Glam. She walks, looking ahead. A normal gaze. She doesn't reveal anything now.

I attempt to say something, but I stop.

However, she notices and turns towards me.

<< Glam, I... >>

I want to say something, but something inside me stops.

Glam has turned towards me now, and from her expression, I understand she wants to know what I have to say. She seeks contact with me.

I need to speak.

<< Glam, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be abrupt. I'm just shaken >>

Despite maintaining the same calm expression as before, Glam hints at a smile.

<< Don't worry. I am too, Y/N. >> She softens her face even more, and her smile becomes more intense, as if putting aside the earlier look.

<< I was worried when I saw you leave the venue in that state >> She pauses << What happened in there? >> she asks, slowing her voice. Asking me to be honest and tell her what happened.

I can't lie to her.

<< I killed those four pigs, Glam. And I regretted it immediately after. Not for the act itself. But for the brutality with which I did it. >>

<< I figured, actually. I heard the screams coming from inside. >> She remains silent for a moment. << But you know, despite everything, I appreciate what you did. I don't approve of how, because from what I see, it has hurt both me and you. But really, thank you. >>

She tells me without smiling this time, as if she feels guilty.

<< I should be thanking you, Glam. For me, it's a habit, but even before, you defended me with those succubi. And I didn't even thank you. >>

I gently take her wrist, the same one she reached out to me before.

<< Thank you, Glam. >> I smile at her.

She returns the smile and raises her hand to grab my wrist.

<< You're all greasy >> she tells me.

My gaze can't hide the sadness.

<< I spilled the pot of hot oil on those pigs. It was a horrible death. So much that maybe seeing them in those conditions killed a part of me too. >> I pause for a moment, wiping away tears from my eyes. << They were pigs, but they didn't deserve that end, just like no one does. >>