Whispers of the past

Revelations

Hoshina's pov:

I had been watching Y/N for weeks now, lurking in the shadows, tracing the familiar paths she walked daily. The memories of our past intertwined with my determination to understand her present. From a distance, I observed her every move—her precise martial arts routines, her interactions with colleagues, and her solitary moments that seemed to carry the weight of our shared history.

My investigation had yielded results.I knew where she lived, the apartment tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. I knew where she worked, her commitment to the Defense Force unwavering. But what I hadn't expected was the presence of Narumi.

Narumi, the officer who often accompanied her, spending hours at her apartment. I watched them from afar, my heart twisting with a mix of jealousy and confusion. Each time I saw him enter her home, a surge of possessiveness threatened to overwhelm my rationality.

The first time I saw them together, they were walking side by side, their conversation animated. Y/N's laughter reached my ears, a sound that had once been mine to cherish. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to remain hidden, to not confront them. It took every ounce of restraint to hold back, to watch instead of act.

As the days passed, my observations grew more detailed, my jealousy more consuming. Narumi visited often, sometimes late into the night. They shared meals, conversations, and moments that made my heart ache with longing and anger. I knew I had no right to interfere, but the sight of them together, so close, was a knife twisting in an old wound.

One evening, I saw them through the window of her apartment. Narumi was helping Y/N with a task, their laughter mingling with the warm light spilling from the room. My jealousy reached a boiling point. How could she move on so easily? How could she replace me with him?

Unable to bear it any longer, I moved closer, staying in the shadows of the nearby trees. I needed to hear their words, to understand what they shared that I no longer could. As I strained to listen, snippets of their conversation floated through the night air.

"Narumi, thank you for always being here," Y/N said, her voice soft but sincere.

"Of course, Y/N. You know I care about you," Narumi replied, his tone equally tender.

The pain in my chest was almost physical. Narumi's presence in her life was undeniable, a reality I couldn't escape. My mind raced with scenarios, my jealousy feeding a growing desperation. I needed to confront Y/N, to demand answers, but the risk of pushing her further away was too great.

I stayed hidden, watching them interact with a mix of longing and bitterness. Narumi reached out to brush a strand of hair from Y/N's face, his touch gentle. She smiled at him, a genuine smile that I hadn't seen in years. The sight of it made my heart clench painfully. How had things come to this? How had I lost her so completely?

Their evening continued, the two of them sharing stories and laughing together. It was clear that Narumi had become an important part of her life, a confidant and friend. I wondered if there was more—if he had taken my place not just as a friend but as something more intimate. The thought gnawed at me, feeding my jealousy and anger.

When Narumi finally left her apartment, it was well past midnight. I watched him walk away, his figure disappearing into the darkness. My relief was short-lived, replaced by a renewed determination. I couldn't let this continue. I needed to know why Y/N had left, what had driven her away from me, and if there was any hope of rekindling what we once had.

Slipping back into the shadows, I waited until her apartment lights went out before making my way to the entrance. The building was quiet, the world around me asleep. My mind raced with thoughts of Y/N and Narumi, the jealousy and confusion fueling my resolve.