I Was Falsely Confessed to and Exposed in Front of Everyone, so I Jumped off the Roof - Chapter 8

Hospital life was painful. I couldn’t die. My body hurts. I felt lonely. Everything tormented me. Rehabilitation in the psychiatric ward, where I was watched all the time to prevent suicide, felt like hell. I was eventually discharged, but my left arm couldn’t lift above my shoulder, my right hand only had enough strength to type on a keyboard, and my right leg had numbness below the knee and couldn’t move.

“You really should live with us.”

“But I don’t want to see anyone.”

My uncle cared about me, but I couldn’t respond. I didn’t want to deal with anyone. I pushed back against everyone’s advice and went home alone. My uncle said I should sue the people who lied to me, but I didn’t even want to see their faces. I just wanted to avoid it. The house felt even bigger than before. Now, I couldn’t walk without a cane, and the house felt too large. Since my father had died, this house was mine. The mortgage was gone with his death, so I didn’t have to pay rent. I thought I might live the rest of my life on disability benefits alone. Though I hadn’t applied yet, and I wasn’t even sure if it would be approved after a suicide attempt… For now, I decided I would live off my father’s inheritance. Life didn’t change much except that I stopped going to school. Nothing really changed. Nobody was in my life. Not now, not ever. But…

“Why do I keep remembering?”

I murmured as I lay on the living room floor. I remembered the first light I ever felt in my life. Thinking about it hurt my heart. I didn’t want to remember, so I tried to calm myself with sedatives. That’s when my phone rang.

“…Ah, the project we were working on together stopped.”

It was a message from a friend. Somehow, they had heard I was discharged and wanted to see me. I replied and told them to come over, and closed my eyes. About an hour later, my friend arrived.

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I was standing near Amaha’s house, staring at it. The lights were finally on. That meant he was home. I wanted to see him. I really did. But if I opened the door, I’d get scolded again. His parents would get bothered. Still… still…

While I was struggling with that, a girl walked past me. She had long, bright reddish-brown hair and amber-colored eyes. She was really beautiful. She wore a neat, girly, long skirt and a sleeveless dress. She was clearly dressed up. Even her big straw hat didn’t look annoying. It gave her a refined, almost noble air. She walked straight up to Amaha’s house and rang the doorbell. I froze. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

“Eh? Huh? Her?! What!?”

Amaha came out of the door, holding his cane with both hands. He had a gentle smile. The girl with the hat stepped closer to him. I couldn’t help it. I ran out.

“Amaha?! Who’s that girl?!”

They both turned at my voice. Amaha’s face stiffened. The girl tilted her head and looked curious.

“And you are? Are you someone Amaha-kun knows?”

“…I, I am…”

I didn’t know how to explain what I was to Amaha. I wasn’t his girlfriend. But we weren’t just ordinary acquaintances either.

“Amaha-kun? What’s wrong? You look pale… Ah, I see…”

The girl patted Amaha’s back, guided him inside, and closed the door. Then, she probably glared at me.

“So, you must be the trash girl I’ve heard about.”

Her insult hit me like a wall, but it was true. I couldn’t argue.

“So, what brings you here, trash girl?”

“I came to see Amaha.”

“You really don’t know shame. Trash… no, at least recyclable trash is better than you. I don’t even know what word would describe you properly.”

I thought I understood. Or at least, I thought I did. But I was still shocked. No one had ever insulted me like that before, and I couldn’t say anything back. My whole body just shook.

“I’m Kagiroi Mutsuki. His. Let’s see. His partner.”

Partner. Did that mean they were dating? So, Amaha had someone like her, and yet he accepted my confession?

“But just so you know. We’re not in that kind of relationship. So don’t think your sins cancel out.”

The little hope I had disappeared right away. If he had lied too, then maybe my lie wasn’t so different.

“So, trash girl. What are you doing here?”

“I came to, um, to apologize to Amaha.”

“Idiot. Fool. Stupid and, above all, pathetic. You want to apologize? That’s just for your own satisfaction. Do you think that will bring back what he’s lost?”

“But! But still!”

“Stop saying that all the time!”

Kagiroi-san grabbed me by the collar.

“He’ll never be the same again. You saw him, right? He can’t stand or walk on his own anymore.”

A single tear slid down Kagiroi-san’s cheek.

“And his heart, too. He’ll probably never be able to love anyone again! Isn’t that cruel?! I loved him first! But your stupid little game destroyed him!”

Then Kagiroi-san kicked my leg out, and I fell onto the road. She pressed her foot down hard on my neck.

“Ghh. Ah!”

“It won’t fix anything, but still! Still! Suffer!”

She kicked my stomach again. I bent over in pain and tried to hold it in.

“If his body and heart could be healed, I’d kill you right now! Hey! Just disappear! Leave! Get out of here! Get away from him!”

She cried as she went into Amaha’s house. I forced myself up through the pain and could only walk away from there.

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Setting’s Note

Ruika’s chest is slightly bigger than Kagiroi’s.

Kagiroi is a little taller than Ruika.

Both of them are considered busty by normal standards. Big boobs!

Kagiroi comes from a wealthy family. She used to be a shut-in and had never had friends or a boyfriend. She’s a true super-loner. She met Amaha online, and for a while, they collaborated on games and other projects as hobby friends. They released a few games, and by chance met in real life, which brought them closer. She’s talented in both academics and sports, smart and beautiful, but she has a quick temper and can get frustrated easily. She can only get along with someone gentle like Amaha, who has a shining talent. She’s a WSS-type character.