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Amamiya (Y/N) is the fearless and intimidating Student Council President of Mizo Middle School with a reputation of being a ruthless tyrant especially to rule-breakers. She had a deep hatred for delinquents and would ditch them...
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I RAN.
I ran. I ran. I ran.
I did not stop running. I just kept on running. Even if my legs weakened and my lungs burned, I did not want to stop. I just ran, and ran, and ran.
Countless rain droplets trickled against my skin, mingling with the tears I shed. I couldn't care less about my surroundings except for the pain that had consumed me as I cried my heart out loud.
Your parents are dead, Y/N.
They've left you just like how your brother abandoned you.
Your Grandma Chiyo lied to you.
You're all alone.
Izana's words kept playing in my mind over and over again like a painful reminder, each syllable felt like a dagger piercing deeply into my heart. This shocking news was just so devastating that it was ripping me apart.
I ran without taking a break until my legs grew tired and I fell on the damp concrete, struggling to catch my breath. I did not know how long had I been running or how far had I gone.
But I cannot stop here. Not until I get all the answers needed. I had to stand up and keep up the pace. I needed to see the truth with my very own eyes.
I wiped my tears away and the raindrops that were blurring my vision and looked at the street up ahead.
I finally arrived at the designated place: the cemetery.
I trudged inside in shaky breaths. Hundreds of gravestones stood erect like guardians, marking the resting place for the deceased. I felt my chest getting tighter as I walked further, each step heavier than the last. The ground was a bit soiled, and the chilling rain was relentless, but my determination to know the truth only grew stronger.
I stopped in front of my family's tombstone. Then, I turned to look at the names carved on the side of the stone, the final testament to their existence.
Amamiya Hiroki...
Amamiya Asami...
My heart froze in familiarity.
Their names... They were written there just below Grandpa's. I dropped to my knees before the headstone, feeling a renewed wave of grief and sadness come over me. I was drowning in my tears and the world around me seemed to blur into a gray, desolate canvas, with only the names on the tombstone standing out in stark clarity.
I was deeply overwhelmed with a sense of loss and regret. I did not want to believe any of this and yet, this harsh cold reality slapped me hard in the face.
