Chapter 39

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"Shoyo!"

















Shoyo woke up inside a white room.

He can smell the artificial fragrance contained in soaps and cleaners.

It's also bitter too.

But what he could taste and smell more is his metallic blood.

He was laying down on the white bed, still.

Not trying to move an inch.

He knew that if he ever does move, the bed would make a creaking sound alerting the people around him to know that he's already awake.

And he's too tired to even entertain anyone.

He can feel different presence behind the door.

And their silhouettes can be seen too.

He closes his eyes again as he needs rest more than anything else.

As he was closing his eyes.

He tries to remember what happened before.

He lost consciousness at the middle of his own stairs.

And he heard a soothing voice calling out his name.

Well, the man was clearly shouting.

But it was so familiar.

A very distinct tone of voice too.

After thinking about it thoroughly, he was finally able to distinguish the voice he heard before.

"It was-"

Before he could even finish, the door creaks open.

Ah.

He'll just have to act like he's still sleeping, so that he won't get any questions and disturb his rest.

He's too tired.

He can hear the quiet footsteps coming towards his bed.

There was only one person who came inside.

It's him.

Shoyo thought as he felt the presence of the man standing beside the bed.

"I'm so s-sorry........"

*Sniffle*

"I-I wasn't able to protect you....... Even if I c-could......"

Water droplets can be heard touching down the white tiled floor.

Salty.

Shoyo thought as he can distinctively smell the tears.

It was a nostalgia on his mind.

Ah.

Now he actually feels bad.

Well it wasn't his fault or either anyone's fault to begin with why it became like this.

"S-Shoyo........."

The man's voice cracked as he calls out his name in the silence.

The Tangerine's heart felt like it got crushed into billions of pieces.

He can't let this man cry like this, or else his conscience won't let him sleep at night.

It is a beneficial sacrifice.

Small whimper and cries can be heard echoing in the room.

It was only the man and him.

Shoyo sighed mentally.

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