The next several days we spent together, the three of us. I tried my best to stay awake during the day so that I could keep Enju company while Rentaro was gone. Her energetic attitude and voice annoyed me a little at times, but I had to applaud the fact that she was trying so hard for me. Being a Cursed Child was a lonely life, but I had gotten used to it, clearly it still bothered her. So I tried my best to keep up with her as she zoomed around the apartment. Together we talked about our pasts, watched television, and even cosplayed for Rentaro.

I watched as he burst through the door, and then as his face flushed a marvelous pink upon noticing us. Secretly, I yearned for more of that face. I wanted to be the reason that he became unfocused, and distracted from the pain that followed him like a shadow. I wanted those azure eyes focused on me, even if he could never reciprocate those feelings that were growing like a plague inside of me.

Then an idea hit me, I could cook dinner for him. I knew that he was short on money, and that this was a way for me to try for that perfect smile again. Shuffling into the kitchen, I pulled out ingredients and pondered what to make. Before I knew it, my hands were moving and I was walking out with a plate of food.

Their eyes lit up at the sight of it, and I faked a smile as compliments poured out of them. My energy was draining fast, and it was becoming a large effort just to keep my eyes open. The rest of the night soon became a blur, I remember two other girls coming over, and there was fighting, but it was all very vague.