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After becoming the victim of a crime, you find a way to exist in reality again or you spiral out of control.
Sometimes it seemed impossible to rediscover the hope behind the dispair.
My own brother hated me for not cherishing my life as much as I should. Now only was I obsessed with the past, I was also never satisfied with the present. My apartment, my articles, my relationships - everything was always bad. Why? Because I knew that I could do better. So, I spent days and nights writing and rewriting articles about the true nature of evil, because I didn't really know how to improve any other aspect of my life. And I had nobody who would truly understand me.
Yuta appeared in my life on moments when I least expected him, like rain on a sunny day and turned things upside down. Our relationship fluctuated between hatred and the compassion that two people felt for one another, after they both survived something horrible. We used to be best friends, but my abduction and everything that happened afterward, turned us in to strangers and it was all my fault. He offered me his help and reached out with his hand, but I didn't take it. Now we just saw each other whenever he needed money.
'' Can you stop touching everything? '' I asked and glanced up from my computer. He was sitting on the side of my office cubicle and flipping through an old edition of our magazine. His bright red hair was hidden under a cap and the edge of his grey jacket was stained with paint from his job at a construction site. He didn't seem to care about the muddy footprints that he left everywhere and my colleagues, intimidated by his height, irritated glare and scruffy look, also didn't dare to tell him anything about them. '' How much money do you need? Why did you even get fired again? I really thought that you liked working at the construction site. ''
'' I'm not going to waste my time trying to explain what happened. You never take my side anyway, '' he briskly responded and frowned before he stuck his hand in his pocket and tossed something towards me. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the sight of the rolled-up stack of money that landed on the keyboard of my computer. It wasn't much, but still a lot more than I would expect him to have, since he was constantly getting fired from different part-time jobs. '' Mother told me about the debt that you took up from dad. I can't believe... Damn, just the thought of it is enough to piss me off. I can't believe that you were hiding something like that from me! ''
I picked up the money and put it back in his pocket. '' Why don't you give mom the money instead and tell her to stop snitching on me? ''
Yuta's eye twitched with irritation. '' Saki. ''
'' I'm not going to take money from you, Yuta, '' I hissed and clenched my fingers in to fists. '' You know that I make more than enough here at the company. I'll slowly pay off dad's debt. It's okay. I'm having some problems with the loan shark, who keeps increasing the interest rate, but it's okay, I'll take care of it. It's okay. ''
