Chapter 12: Righteous and pathetic.

Posted on April 27, 2022by Soafp

Translator: Soafp

[Emi PoV]　

I missed a week of school since that day.

　I quickly gave up looking for an answer to why I shed tears at that time.

　Because I knew better than anyone else that finding the answer would only make it harder for me.

　Various people called me.
It was an e-mail exchange, but it made me feel very warm and fuzzy.

　It supports me.
It proves me.

It made me “Righteous ” and ” pathetic”.

　It was Tuesday when I went to school.

　My fears that the incident might have been exposed were unfounded.

　There was not a single mention of my fault.

　Instead, I learned that his…crime…was being bandied about as a rumor.

　Everyone was like, “Did it really happen?”.
I cupped my mouth and looked down.

　It was a bitter past for me.
I can’t help it if I keep my mouth closed.

　A bitter past for me.
I can’t help but keep my mouth shut.

　I have said nothing.

　Everyone around me believes me.
So it’s not my fault.

　I’m not the one who started the rumors.
I don’t know who it was, but someone did it on their own.

　It’s not my fault.

　It’s what’s happening in a place I don’t know.
Let’s say, I am a “victim” too.
I’m being dredged up from my long past.

How ” pathetic ” of “me”.

　But there is one thing that worries me.

　Maika.

　Yesterday she had sent me messages, but today I haven’t talked to her even once.
She just sits in her seat and doesn’t even come towards me.

　Could it be…?

　I also knew the paper that had been written about Maika.

　I felt sorry for her.

　But I heard she had been with him all last week.

　She said she was worried about me, but she was seeing him.

　Again, like that…”

　Maybe she knows.
Even if she doesn’t know everything, she is suspicious.

　There were a few things she said and did to me before I missed school that seemed to indicate that.

　I have to do something.

　If I don’t do this, I will have a hard time again.

　So this is self-preservation.
It can’t be helped.

　Conveniently, he seems to be out of school again today.

　I’m fine.
I am always the “victim.”

Someone will help me.