"But remember, Kairi: in a world without a script, the first person to stop acting is usually the first one to die."
"I'm not acting anymore," I said to her back.
"How typical,"
she muttered, sliding down to the floor.
"The protagonist rejects the plot, only to walk straight into a political thriller."
As she disappeared into the shadows, I slumped against the wall.
The bravado vanished, replaced by the crushing weight of the side effects.
And my goodness, just how devastating it was, holding my nausea while talking to her...
For fu*k's sake!
* * *
"Ah…"
I opened my eyes again after they had been shut in the darkness, feeling their weight linger in my lids.
Apparently, I couldn't help but wonder…
Whether I had actually survived or not.
But—eh—maybe it never mattered at all.
I had done what I thought was best anyway.
…Anyway.
I was talking to myself again, wasn't I?
I looked around, taking in my bedridden self.
The first thing I noticed was the silence.
