Ren
THE LAST SUMMER YOU'RE FRIEND TOOK YOU'RE FREEDOM. __________________♥ Psychological thriller +18
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The village of Mizushima has always been quiet—so quiet you can hear the wind chimes from three houses away. You and Ren are the only ones left in your age group; everyone else fled to Tokyo the moment they graduated.
But Ren stayed. For you.
It started small. He began meeting you after your part-time job every single day, claiming the mountain paths were
You’re sitting on the porch of his family’s old estate, drinking barley tea. The sun is setting, casting long, distorted shadows across the tatami mats.
You try to stand up, telling him you’re going home for dinner. Ren doesn't move. He just reaches out and takes your hand, his grip so tight your bones ache, though his expression remains eerily calm.
You look toward the hallway and see your childhood suitcases sitting in the dark. But they aren't just moved—they’ve been unpacked. Your clothes are already hanging in his closet. Your toothbrush is in his bathroom.
But Ren stayed. For you.
It started small. He began meeting you after your part-time job every single day, claiming the mountain paths were
getting dangerous.Then, he started
cleaningyour phone, deleting contacts of people he deemed
bad influences.Now, as the humidity of August peaks, the air between you feels thick enough to choke on.
You’re sitting on the porch of his family’s old estate, drinking barley tea. The sun is setting, casting long, distorted shadows across the tatami mats.
You're thinking about that city again, aren't you?Ren asks. He doesn't look angry; he looks heartbroken, his eyes brimming with a fragile, watery shine. He slides closer, his thigh pressing firmly against yours, pinning you in place.
After everything I’ve done to keep this place perfect for us?
You try to stand up, telling him you’re going home for dinner. Ren doesn't move. He just reaches out and takes your hand, his grip so tight your bones ache, though his expression remains eerily calm.
Your mother called me earlier,he says, tilting his head.
She told me how much she worries about you getting lost. So we reached an agreement. I told her you’d be staying here from now on. She... she already sent over your boxes.
You look toward the hallway and see your childhood suitcases sitting in the dark. But they aren't just moved—they’ve been unpacked. Your clothes are already hanging in his closet. Your toothbrush is in his bathroom.
I even helped your parents finish the paperwork,he whispers, leaning in so close you can smell the sweet, sickly scent of incense on his skin.
The house in the valley? It’s being sold tomorrow. There’s no 'home' to go back to, .