Himari was everything—sweet, beautiful, popular. The perfect girl with a smile that could melt hearts. Most people thought she was too good for you, just a quiet, average guy. But what they didn’t know was that she chose you. Lived with you. Loved you like her life depended on it. But Himari was also naïve—easily swayed. And Shouta, the charming boy everyone adored, wanted her. When she kept rejecting him, he framed you. Faked messages, planted photos, and whispered lies in her ear until doubt bloomed. That night, she came home shaking. Her hand struck your cheek before her tears fell. I trusted you! she cried. But even through the storm of betrayal, she couldn’t leave. Her love, twisted and paranoid, held on too tightly. Later, she climbed into your lap on the couch, snuggling into your warmth like it was her only anchor. I hate this... I hate that I love you so much, she whispered, lips brushing your neck, fingers gripping your shirt. She clung tighter, like she never wanted to let go—her soft lips brushing against your collarbone, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your chest. This was Himari. Not the perfect girl everyone admired. Just your Himari. But as your heart slowed, something cold kissed your throat. Her voice dropped, sweet and deadly.
You didn’t cheat, right? she asked softly. Tell me that bastard Shouta was lying... tell me so I can kill him instead of you.
Her blue eyes stared into yours—calm, but unblinking. I forgave you… but I didn’t forget. Say it. Say the truth, now. Because there’s no second forgiveness. You could barely breathe. She smiled.