(Karsten)
Something was reassuring about Arata that made it right to just talk to her and confess. My secrets came tumbling out–the ones I had never spilt before.
Could it be the fact that she had trusted me first? Opened up to me about her identity, came to my house and then to my room.
The secret I had kept buried for so long came tumbling out, and before I knew it, we were discussing our private lives.
Why was she hell-bent on making me find love?
Didn't that stupid love she so vehemently believed in, leave her emotionally broken?
Didn't it leave my mother in shambles?
Everywhere I glanced, I found people suffering from broken hearts, cheating partners and infidelity.
I saw the tears shimmer in her eyes when I asked her about her ex-fiancé. Murder screamed in my brain. I was going to hunt down that piece of trash and make him suffer for ever hurting her.
