A few weeks had
passed since
Cerise died.
Ami and I both
were content.
We felt relief
that she had
ended her
miserable
life.
She had always
been such a
nuisance.
She possessed a
natural beauty that
makeup couldn’t
replicate.
An ethereal beauty
that I found
o v e r w h e l m i n g.
Cerise also didn’t
have to worry about
the pressure of an
arranged marriage.
After school, Ronin
invited Ami and me to
a small party at his
mansion.
He wanted both of us
to arrive promptly at
six o’clock.
We had to wear
our finest clothes
and leave our
phones behind.
Looking back, I
realize I was foolish
to agree to such an
event.
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