If I were a human, would you still love me?

Chapter 97. Wanna.. die?

Then, the door suddenly broke open. Opera stood there, his eyes wide and dazed. He immediately ran over to me, throwing the knife away before grabbing a towel and tightly binding my upper arm, why was he doing that? Meanwhile he was talking to me all throughout it. I couldn't understand much but he was crying and shaking. I could hear a few fragments though. "Why didn't... ...tell? Could hav... ssed away." He said, tears streaming down his face rapidly as he turned to grab another towel. Once he had grabbed it he once again bound it extremely tightly on my upper arm. Maybe he was trying to stop the bleeding? Either way it made my arm feel like it was going to fall off.

He then crouched next to me on the floor, grabbing me under my arms and pulling me up, laying me on his chest as he sat on the blood ridden floor. He then grabbed my arms, seemingly healing them as the pain slowly subsided. Or maybe my vision was getting more dim? I'm not sure.. From the corner of my eye I saw some teal figure moving in the window. I stared in silence as the figure stared in a worried daze, quickly leaving.

Eventually grandpa burst into the room holding his phone. He looked confused for a second before a look of absolute terror made its way on his face. "Iruma..?" He asked, something I could hear almost clearly. Above me sat Opera, and as grandpa looked at him I wanted to look too, so I moved my head with great difficulty to look. Why was it so difficult anyways? Nothing happened..?

Then I saw Opera cry again.. Wait, again? Opera's crying? I watched as tears fell from his face onto mine. Grandpa said something, to me or Opera, either way I forgot to listen, but Opera started hugging me tightly after that, placing his head on my shoulder as I could feel the sobs from his trembling body. Grandpa then placed a hand on his shoulder, and then patted my head softly, his expression incredibly sad.

Why is he sad? And why is Opera sad? I don't get it.. I can't think clearly..

Opera then released me slightly as grandpa untied the tightly bound cloths on my upper arms.  As I tried to look at my arms my body fell forwards, however was quickly catched by Opera, a wave of panic on his face as he started to hug me tightly again. Grandpa then sat on the floor in front of us, hugging the both of us tightly. After what felt like an hour of getting hugged he finally let go of us, reaching out to pat my face again. He was now crying aswell.

Did I do something wrong again?

"Can you hear me now, Iruma? Can you hear me?" Grandpa asked. He asked it twice, and after the second time I finally understood him. I tried opening my mouth to speak, only to realize it wasn't just Opera who was crying anymore, but me too. As I cried his expression got even more worried, before lessening significantly. "Its alright.. Its alright.. We'll figure out everything together, mhm?" He said, patting my head. Meanwhile Opera was sobbing, asking me why over and over again. "Why... Iruma, why...? Why...?" He repeated. I looked up at him, sobbing. "Why... Why... break your promise... why?" He then asked, seeming mad.

Promise? Did I make a promise?

I stared at him in a daze, before grandpa started to gently remove Opera's arms away from me, however Opera didn't allow it, holding me tightly in my embrace. On the ground I started to hear my phone buzzing, someone was calling me. With one swift move grandpa picked it up, looking at it before putting it to silence. "It's alright, Opera. He's alright.." Grandpa then said softly. "He isn't! Not at all! How can you say that?!" He asked in disbelief. Grandpa looked a bit hurt after he'd said that, however he sighed, sitting next to us on the floor. "I know how hard this must be for you, Opera. And perhaps those were the wrong words to say.. I just mean he's crying and he can hear us again, understand us." Grandpa then said, patting Opera's head, his ears flat to his head. He relaxed a bit after that, sighing.

After that, I just had to know.. "Did I.. do something wrong..?" I asked hesitantly, my voice coming out weakly. It sounded very high pitched, why? I don't know.. Either way after that both of their faces looked a whole lot more harsh, Opera stopped crying, looking mighty angry, and even grandpa looked stone faced.