Embracing my stalker - Zetro Translation

[Amaye’s POV:]

“What…just happened.

I can still feel my heartbeat drumming in my ears as I climbed the stairs.

Something that I have been hiding from him for so long was found out by Haruto-kun.

I believed being there for him…chatting with him and watching him from the sidelines was enough for me.

But…he found out.

He knows that I am…

“Ahhhh!” I cried and squatted down on the stairs.

I feel so anxious right now.

He gave me so many different emotions that I don’t know what to think about at the moment.

He first defended me from those girls. Then brought me to the store and got me new glasses.

Our fingers touched when he was helping me wear them.

Ah, how can I forget that I touched his hand, too, when he helped me get up?

I looked at my hand…I haven’t washed it yet…and I don’t think I will wash it until tomorrow.

Right before we parted ways he told me something.

He said he wanted to-“Ahhh!” I can’t take it!

I ran inside my house, swaying like a fangirl who got to talk to her favorite idol for the first time.

But isn’t it right? I admire Haruto-kun.

“What happened, Amaye?” Mom’s voice made me pause for a moment.

I looked at her and shook my head, “N-Nothing.”

“Like hell! Your face is deep read and why are you holding that hand like that?”

When she said that, I realized I was carefully holding my right hand’s wrist with the other one as if I wanted it to stay safe.

I grinned ear to ear, couldn’t stop smiling as I said, “I am just so happy, Mom…so happy…”

The way Mom looked at me I knew I was acting weird.

But this day…it was nothing short of a dream.

Even if Haruto-kun ignores me tomorrow or pretends nothing happened today, it won’t matter.

With the happiness he had given me today, I won’t feel regretful about dying today.

…..

[Haruto’s POV:]

I am going back home. A smile never leaving my lips.

I was a bit hasty in asking her for marriage. I need to take slow steps.

Why did I ask her for marriage when I had no such feelings for Blaze or Amaye? Maybe because I didn’t want to lose her?

Was I being possessive? Will she mind if I hold her hand and ask her to never let go?

Holding hands reminded me…I really wanted to hug her today.

Like really.

Not once but twice

The first time was when I saw her after years

And the second time, when she nearly fainted after being proposed to. God, she looks so adorable when embarrassed.

As I said, I was really happy.

If this were a dream. If I am being drugged. Or if a mad scientist is experimenting on me, then I request you, please never let me wake up.

I beg you

This was too beautiful to let go.

I want to live here forever

“What’s the good news, son? You look happy.”

My mother, Kurosawa Koharu, smiled as she approached me.

She gently teased, “Did Yumeko ask you out on a date?”

Just like that, my smile faded.
Right. They still believed I was head over heels for that girl.

Mom blinked, maybe surprised by how quickly my expression changed.

But since it had come to this, I didn’t want to hide anymore.

“Mom,” I said, steadying my voice, “I want to break up with her. I want to call off the engagement too.”

Her eyes widened, full of shock. “W-What happened, dear? First, come inside.”

She quickly led me into the living room and called out, “Bring something cold, please.”

I sat down, silent. A minute later, the maid brought over a glass of orange juice.

I took a few sips. The cold didn’t help much.

“Now tell me clearly what happened, Haruto,” she said, sitting beside me. “Did you two fight?”

I shook my head. “No, it’s not that. I’ve been thinking about this for a while now. You know how our grandfathers made that promise—to unite the families through our marriage. It made sense for business too. And honestly, I did start liking Yumeko… a little.”

She gave a small nod, waiting.

“Then what happened all of a sudden? Did she say something to hurt you?” she asked gently.
“You must understand, son—relationships don’t just break like that overnight.”

I looked down, then back at her, tired.

“Mom, I’m not rushing this. I’ve known for a long time… she doesn’t feel the same way. She never has.”

Her brows drew together, concern deepening. “Did she tell you that?”

I shook my head. “No. But she cheated on me. More than once. And… I think that says enough.”

The air changed. My mother went silent. Her worried face turned still, then serious.

Without a word, she stood and walked over to the landline.

She tapped a few buttons, brought the receiver to her ear, and waited.

When the call connected, she said, “Dear, come back home. We need to talk. It’s urgent.”

Then she hung up.

I sat there, the cold juice now forgotten in my hand.

I might be moving fast.
But every second I spend being called her fiancé makes my skin crawl.
It feels like I’m rotting inside.

I need to end this.
I need to be free of Yumeko.