Chapter 2: Are You Dead?

  His pupils were constricted, and his legs trembled slightly, all of which spoke of his fear.

  He can't help but be afraid, because now in front of him, that girl may already be dead...

  He finally walked up to her side, his hands trembling as he handed her half of the umbrella. His sports shoes were stained with water and a bright red color, as if a small red flower had bloomed on them.

  She still didn't move, even her pupils didn't change a bit, completely like a dead person.

  The sound of the rain suddenly became muffled, and the whole world seemed to have quieted down. The thunder, the rain, all sounds had ceased. In an instant, doomsday had arrived, and black was the color of impending destruction.

  Her clothes were already torn, revealing her pale skin. The rain washed away the rusty taste of blood, but it couldn't wash away the fresh blood on the wounds on her chest and abdomen. Fresh blood soaked into the earth, and what he stepped on was a gruesome red color.

  Koumura's pupils contracted slightly, and her slender figure trembled even more violently.

  Run, want to run, he must leave here!

  She's dead...... She must be dead!

  That wound is very deep and long, the exposed skin from the torn clothes also has fine small wounds... So much blood was shed, so long in the rain... No one can be trampled by rainwater after suffering such an injury without making a sound or movement!

  She's dead, she must be dead! His heart was telling him that, his reason was telling him that, but his body betrayed his heart and defied his reason. Despite his rapid breathing making it hard to swallow even saliva, despite his teeth chattering with fear, he still couldn't move his feet, and asked out that question——

  "Are you... dead?"

  Then he saw her pupils suddenly shrink, as if someone had grasped her heart.

  Is she... still alive?

  With a great effort, Yukimura took in several deep breaths of fresh air, as if he would faint otherwise.

  She's still alive, no one died... She's still alive, not a dead person...

  He crouched down, and Yukimura held the umbrella high, his deep purple eyes meeting that dull blackness. He stared straight at her, his back slightly cool as some rainwater dripped from the edge of the umbrella onto his lower back, but he didn't have the heart to care.

  She was very still, so still that there wasn't even the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, those black eyes were just as pure as they had been a moment before, as if the sudden contraction of her pupils had just been his imagination.

  "Are you still alive?" Kōmura hesitantly asked. At this moment, she became just like a while ago, really looking like a corpse, a very beautiful corpse. Making him have to ask again to confirm if she was truly alive. Just now, wasn't it really an illusion?

  Her chest heaved slightly. He was still alive, really still alive. And that pure darkness also reflected his face.

  Taking a few deep breaths, Yukimura revealed an expression that was unclear whether it was tears or laughter. With a hint of relief and a smile as if he had been reborn.

  To be alive, really alive, not dead...