I think... I'm in love with my mistress

Chapter 27

Tomoe's P.O.V

She doesn't remember me. . .

I stood there, next to (Y/n)'s hospital bed.

She doesn't remember me. . .

I tried my best to suppress my emotions–anger, frustration, sadness, anxious, all those emotions whirling inside my head.

She doesn't. . .

"Well, I better leave you alone to rest. I might stop by and check on you, if that's ok?"

I faked a smile, clenching my hands into fists behind my back. She hesitantly nods, her usually caring eyes showed confusion and doubt.

I bow slightly before striding out of the room, not even giving a backwards glance at her. What was the point if she doesn't even have the slightest recollection of who I am. . .

***

"She. . . What?"

I sigh once again before repeat myself to Mizuki and Kurama.

"(Y/n) has Amnesia. She didn't remember who I was. . ."

I managed to keep my frustration inside, hoping that it wasn't visible in my voice.

"Oh whoa. . . That's terrible, maybe we should go se–"

I put my hand on Mizuki's shoulder, shaking my head in disappointment.

"There's no point, she won't remember you guys anyway. She's not the same. . ."

Kurama sighs and stands up, walking out of the shrine.

"Where do you think you're going??"

I ask, kinda pissed that Kurama is just walking away from this like it's not important.

"I've got a big meeting to deal with, I would love to help (Y/n) but I've been putting off my responsibilities for too long and my agents are getting pissed. I'll come by once I'm done," and with that he strode off.

Mizuki stared at Kurama as he walked off, his tall figure disappearing down the stone stairs.

"She must be so confused. . . How did she act when you visited her?"

Mizuki asked, glancing back at me. I cringe slightly at his question, not wanting to experience that again.

"She–she was rather confound and kept asking 'who I was?' I just. . .can't believe after all that time I spent worrying about her, for hours and hours, and she doesn't even remember who the hell I am!"

I growled in anger, furrowing my eyebrows as I spoke. Mizuki just sympathetically pat my shoulder before standing up.

"It'll be ok. . .somehow. . ."

He muttered, giving me a warm, genuine smile before walking in the direction Kurama did.

I watch him as he disappeared down the stairs just like the Tengu did. I huffed.

"Hey, when (Y/n) is all better, you should take her out for dinner. I bet she would like that. . . "

Mizuki whispered that to me just before he left the hospital on our first visit. I replayed his words over and over.