Sorry
Is that still human? It's like an environment where only beasts can survive. If you consider yourself a human being, uphold what is called moral justice, and have the possibility of surviving in such a place?
How did she grow up to be so big?
The next day, his normally good physiological clock woke Osamu up at six o'clock.
Rubbing his somewhat bleary eyes, he didn't react for a moment to where he was now.
On the table in front of him, papers and books were scattered all over the place. The computer also lit up suddenly when he accidentally touched the mouse.
The surroundings were familiar, yet it wasn't his room. He stared blankly for a while before finally coming to.
Oh, right. He's in Dad's study room.
He lightly covered his mouth and yawned, the large coat behind him slipping to the ground as he raised his hand.
He hesitated for a moment, bent down to pick up the coat, but in his heart he was slightly puzzled, had he worn the coat to sleep last night?
He turned off the computer and tidied up the things on his desk before getting up to make breakfast.
The girl's physiological clock was also very punctual. Almost every day, she would wake up at 6:45, never a minute more or less, so he had to ensure that she could eat at 7 o'clock, otherwise she would stare at him like an enemy. When it came to eating, her reaction was always direct.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw her curled up on the sofa, holding "Grimm's Fairy Tales" and fidgeting restlessly. The sound of her turning pages was loud, and she still wore the same little bear pajamas from yesterday.
She's really a strange kid. The clothes I bought for her are neither too many nor too few, but she acts as if she has never worn them before. Instead, she alternates between two sets of pajamas and stays cooped up in the house for over ten days without showing any intention of going out.
As if sensing his gaze, the girl finally managed to tear her eyes away from the book.
She lifted her head, and he saw that there were faint dark circles under her eyes, with a hint of red bloodshot, obviously having not slept all night. Her whole person looked even more delicate and weak than usual, as if she would fall over with just one blow of the wind.
"You last night..." Kōmura looked at her in surprise, his words trailing off as he suddenly stopped, unable to continue.
It was his negligence.
The child's insomnia has never improved.
For more than ten days, she has been falling asleep holding his hand...
"Can't sleep..." Her faint voice gave him a definite answer.
Then he saw her lightly yawning, with deep gloom at the bottom of her eyes. She was sleepy and wanted to sleep. But she couldn't fall asleep, nor did she wake him up in the study.
She helped him put on his overcoat.
"Sorry..." She slightly lowered her head, and her black hair slid down, instantly covering all of her expressions.
"Why are you apologizing?" Yukimura walked up to her side, reaching out with his right hand to brush the hair in front of her back. He thought, maybe he should go buy a hair clip or something, it would be better if she tied her hair back.
"I still don't understand... what is family......" So, sorry......
She raised her hand and grasped his right hand that was placed on the tip of her hair. Then, as if the power had been cut off, with a gentle voice floating down, she tilted her head to one side and fell asleep all at once.
