( Yandere Reverse Harem X Reader)A YANDRE AMONG US

Chapter 2: Lost love.

I sat by the window in Hame's room, the room that felt both familiar and foreign now. His mother had insisted I stay here, but I had never been in this space without him before. I had lost track of time—eating, sleeping, moving through days that seemed to stretch endlessly. The routine was the same as before, but now, an unbearable emptiness grew stronger with each passing day, the void widening with every hour I spent without him.

It's funny, really. I had spent most of my time ignoring him, barely acknowledging his presence. Now, his absence bothers me more than I ever imagined possible. I wonder what made Hame love someone like me—someone who never cared about love, who had never felt it herself. My parents had never loved me, so why would I care about anyone else’s affection? I loved myself and needed no one else.

But, is that what Hame wanted? Did he want my love? Was he always looking after me because he loved me? If that’s the case, then I wish I had had the chance to love him back. I wish I had taken his hand, learned how to reciprocate the kind of unconditional love he gave so freely. I had never love him and now I'll never be able to love him back.

But I can't love a dead man, can I? So what shall I do from now on? Just go on as if nothing happened? That doesn’t sit right with me. Hame, I want to learn to love you. I’m going to find out how to love you just as much as you loved me. I thought I didn’t need anybody's love, but now I want it. I don’t like losing things that matter to me. I’ll find a way to get back the love I’ve lost. And this time, I swear I’ll make sure never to lose it—not to anybody or anything.

Even if I’ll never experience his love again... I clutched the hem of my jacket tightly.

"I’ll never experience his love and his presence," I whispered into the stillness of the room.

No one will bother me late at night just to check on how I’m doing. No one will tell me what's going on back home while I'm studying in a different town. It’s all because of those cars. They took him from me. And I’ll make sure they’ll pay for it, myself.

From what I had heard, the two people who drove the cars that killed Hame weren't imprisoned. It didn’t make any sense. According to the law, they should have been charged with first-degree manslaughter. Why weren’t they arrested?

The question gnawed at me as I sat in Hame's room, staring out the window. The sun had long since set, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the darkened street below. My hands trembled as I clenched them in my lap, my mind spinning with thoughts of the accident.

“I’ll find out who they are,” I whispered to myself, the resolve in my voice surprising even me. I stood up and began rummaging through my suitcase for warmer clothes. The air outside had a bitter chill, one that matched the coldness growing inside me.

I quickly pulled on a thick sweater and grabbed my jacket. As I made my way downstairs, Hame’s mom appeared in the hallway, her eyes lighting up when she saw me.

“Y/N, you’re going out?” she asked with a gentle smile.

“Yes, I’ll be back,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Here, this might be useful.” She handed me a set of car keys, still smiling softly. It was the key to Hame’s car. The sight of it made my heart ache, but I pushed the feeling down.

“Be sure to come home before dinner,” she added, and I nodded, grateful for her kindness, even though it felt misplaced at the moment.

With the keys in hand, I headed outside and got into Hame’s car. I had driven it before, but today, the familiarity of the vehicle was painful. I gripped the steering wheel, took a deep breath, and started the engine.