Chapter 7

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Your POV

Why...why? He surely called the CCG! I'm dead! And he was like one of my first friends...

I can't believe it... After all these years, my façade fell...

You weren't sobbing, but tears wouldn't stop. All of your dark makeup was gone.

Then, you heard some footsteps and your heart stopped.

"(f-f/n)-chan?"

You froze and you let your hair covering your face.

An hand put your hair behind your ear to see your face, and Kaneki widened his eyes.

"A-are you... Crying?" he asked. You gritted your teeth and a few more tears escaped from your (e/c) eyes.

"(f/n)..." Kaneki whispered softly. It was the first time he saw you without makeup, but for him, you were even more beautiful.

He sat behind you and put an hand on your back, patting it.
That was it. At the touch, you started to sob uncontrollably, causing Kaneki to hug you.

Fuck it.

You grabbed Kaneki's shirt in your hands and cried into his chest. All the feeling and the emotions you had kept to yourself for all these years came out.

When you calmed down you pulled away and wiped your tears,looking down.

"I... I'm sorry... Y-your shirt..." you muttered.

"It doesn't matter" Kaneki said smiling kindly.

"What happened?"

You sighed.

"Hide... He..."

Kaneki immediately tensed and grabbed your shoulders.

"What, (f/n)?! Hide what! Answer me!"

You covered your face with your hands.

"He... He knows I'm a ghoul"

Kaneki slowly released your shoulder and widened his eyes.

"He...what...?"

You told him about the ghoul following Hide and how you had saved him. You even showed him the healing wound.

"I bet he'll call the CCG" you said.

"He won't" Kaneki said firmly.

You raised a brow

"How do you know it?"

"I just know it, and, just for you to know... You have his sweater on you"

You gasped.
He was right! It was unzipped so it wasn't damaged.

After a few minutes of silence, Kaneki decide to speak.

"Now... Will you tell me what really happened after I met you?"

You looked down.

He saw you crying, there was no doubt he hadn't understood...

~Flashback~

"Mama! Papa! I'm home!" the 11 year old yourself said.

Not hearing an answer, you went into the kitchen, but you smelt a strong smell of blood.

Indeed, from the kitchen's door, you could see dark red stains.

"Mama...papa..." you whispered softly and you went into the room.

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