Ryuuou no Oshigoto! - Volume 13 - Chapter Pr

Have you ever felt something for someone, but they didn’t feel the same way about you?

Yep. Pretty much everyone has.

At first, it’s always one-sided. Either it becomes two-way at some point, or it never changes. Sometimes telling them how you feel takes it to the next step, and sometimes it makes them push you away.

I think what happens most often is …… it goes nowhere because getting shot down is too scary.

But being scared isn’t the only reason not to open up.

Like, you know …… Even if it turns out they have feelings for you too, it’ll be long-distance anyway.

A girl mulled over these thoughts endlessly.

Her whole body pulsed with heat whenever she thought about this.

Her heart clenched painfully in her chest.

These thoughts filled her head each night before she fell asleep. What kind of day had they had? Why did it take them those extra minutes to respond to her messages? Those kinds of thoughts.

There was no room for anything else in her mind. She didn’t know what to do with herself.

This was a first for her …… Without any experience, she had no idea how to handle it.

So she wrote letters.

Mountains of them. Whatever crossed her mind, she got it down on paper.

The letters themselves, however, were never finished. Writing all the way to the end was a challenge she couldn’t overcome. Relatable, is it not? Of course, she couldn’t send any of the letters as they were.

Writing them in secret, she would erase and rewrite line after line before stuffing the paper into her desk drawer. The process would repeat itself night after night.

Thus, the headings of the letters became clearer each time, the content more fluid.

Even if she didn’t understand it all, that’s fine!

The computer would tell her everything she needed to know. Technology these days was so convenient. The olden times must’ve been hard, because everyone had to do every little thing by themselves.

If …… hypothetically?

What if that special someone never noticed her?

What if her feelings for that special someone were always a one-way street?

What if that special someone …… never thought of her as worthy?

They didn’t have to like her back.

She didn’t have to be their first.

But at the very least …… she wanted to be remembered.

Tell me.

Have you ever heard about this?

The opposite of love isn’t hate. It’s …… indifference.

Doesn’t that just pull at your heartstrings?

The girl wanted to be someone special to them.

They didn’t have to like her …… as long as she was special.

Just as long as, in their eyes, she became an unforgettable part of their life.

In which case, being hated was perfectly okay! They didn’t have to like her one bit! She wanted to be special!! So special that they would only think about her forever!!

There was only one way to guarantee it.

A way to make them think about her no matter how much distance was between them.

A way that she could remain special, she could always be the only one.

In other words–––

She had to kill them.