My Classmate Whom I Helped Seems to Be Mentally Sick, So I've Been Trying My Best to Hide My True Identity, But It Seems Like I've Been Found Out - Chapter 57

True Love

The ending of the unfinished novel was unexpected.

After being shocked by the horrifying turn of events, where the heroine becomes obsessively possessive to the point of nearly killing the protagonist, it is something else.

The protagonist, even then, professed his undying love for her.

Normally, if someone tried to kill you, you’d run away or report it to the authorities—some form of self-defense would be expected.

But the protagonist accepted her, going so far as to say that if she killed him, it would be his heart’s desire.

Really, can anyone, even if they love someone, go as far as to say that?

I think I’m being tested, too.

Yes, that must be it.

Because otherwise, I would die.

Right now, I’m in Sumire’s room.

I think it’s been three days.

I’ve been tied to a chair the whole time, without food or drink.

Because I haven’t had anything to drink, I don’t even feel the need to urinate.

My throat is parched, and my consciousness is getting hazy.

This is, I believe, Sumire’s room.

“Hey, haven’t you peed yet? Maybe you really do need to drink some water?”

After several days, I heard Sumire’s voice.

She’s returned to the room.

“Uh… um, this—”

“Thought you were going to die? Haha, I wouldn’t do that. But have you reflected on your actions?”

“Reflected?”

Even with my clouded mind, I can’t think of anything I’ve done wrong.

I haven’t talked to other girls, made eye contact, or done anything like that.

I haven’t done anything to make her suspect that I’m cheating.

So what is there to reflect on?

“Hayate-kun, you’ve read all the books I lent you, right?”

“Uh, yeah…”

“When you finished reading, you felt it was a bit heavy, didn’t you?”

“Huh?”

“That book represents my ideals. I felt like you were rejecting me. So tell me, even if I try to kill you, would you still love me?”

The content of the book and the girl in front of me are the same.

She’s holding a knife in both hands and despite her smile, she looks sad as she gazes at me.

She slowly approaches me.

Somehow, I instantly understood that this was a turning point.

It’s either game over or a happy ending.

A future where I scream in terror and get killed.

Or a future where I survive by declaring that I still love her.

What is the right answer?

Is it really just those two options?

I had no time or space left to think.

“Sumire…I love you.”

It was both my true feeling and perhaps a sentiment of the moment.

Above all, I just wanted to be free right now.

I was thirsty.

Sumire, who was laughing and crying as she discarded the knife, seemed cute to me.

“I’m glad… Hayate-kun, you’re okay now.”

Okay?

I didn’t know what was okay or how it was okay, but I felt relieved as I leaned against her.

Then, she hugged me tightly and kissed me.

I don’t have much memory of what happened after that.

All I knew was that I had to love her.

I had to look only at her.

When I woke up next, that’s all I could think about.