"He's found out." Akito tells me while I put my picture of Honey-senpai and the rest on my desk. "He'll kill himself for you, Misa-"
"That's not my name anymore, Akito."
I tell him in a soft voice as I fix the bookshelves and open up my shop. Living in France is difficult, but this is where art was developed. This is where love was said to be full.
I'm an empty shell of a woman who's inherited millions and millions of dollars.
My guardian was a woman who found out her husband had another child from another woman.
My non-biological father didn't know.
She knew of the plan to demolish that building.
She killed my parents.
Honey-senpai and his family have fully accepted me but are aware of the money I have earned for myself. As an adult I visit them often but carefully. They know I don't want to see him.
"He sends letters." They tell me. "Everyday."
"He sends memories. I don't want to remember." I reply.
I never did cry so much for her.
Everything was not a chance encounter.
She planned it all.
For me to feel so awful like this.
What she didn't plan was Akito, the Haninozukas,
Kyoya.
"She never loved me." I tell him as the rain softly hits the ground outside. The smell of tea and coffee spread across my little safe heaven.
"But he does." Akito replies to me.
"He loves Misako. I'm not her."
"Then who are you?"
I look at him straight in the eye. "Chizuru."