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

Chapter 39

Mizuki's P.O.V

The silence in the lounge room was sickening.

No one spoke.

No glances were exchanged.

Just complete and utter silence.

I'm hoping Kurama and Tomoe couldn't hear how fast my heart was beating.

I'm nervous, for (Y/n) and Tomoe.

What if (Y/n) doesn't end up remembering Tomoe after she returns from her trance?

I gulp.

What if she doesn't remember Tomoe ever?

The last thought echoed through my mind as I fiddled with my clothes.

I glance over at Tomoe.

God, he looked anxious.

His eyes were lowered to the carpet, they were dull and scared.

His lips were chapped.

His hair was ruffled up.

His skin was paler than usual.

He was a mess, who wouldn't be when their loved one may never remember them. . .

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Reader's P.O.V

After I witnessed the car crash and the ambulances was speeding off to the hospital, everything went pitch black.

My feet were suddenly stiff.

I couldn't move.

A familiar figure loomed into view.

Ivory skin.

Silver hair.

Amethyst eyes.

"Tomoe. . ."

It was him.

He had the same, unimpressed expression tattooed onto his slim face.

His hair seemed to be. . . Longer?

"Tomoe!"

He didn't respond as he continued to stride forward.

'I want to apologise for all the trauma I've caused him.'

He was in arms reach, I went out to touch him when he harshly grabbed my wrist and jerked it off to the side.

With a sneer, he said; "get out of my way, you pathetic human."

In shock, I just stared up at him, my eyes meeting his narrowed ones.

His eyes had glints of. . . Desire.

Murder. . .

He released my wrist from his tight grasp and continued to wander onwards.

I gazed down at my wrists, they were stained crimson.

"B-blood?"

'Who's blood is this??!'

I pivoted around, hoping he'd answer if I called out to him.

I saw another man standing in the distance.