"Huff… huff… huff…"
Almost collapsing, Emma leaned heavily on Leon, the back of her beige chiffon dress soaked through with cold sweat.
Even though she had already broken free from Leon's memories, the mere thought of the suggestion made by the thin girl—a proposal as cold and frighteningly realistic as it was—recalled how she spoke about disposing of her body after death, with a calmness like discussing what's for dinner.
*Emma's heart still ached like Leon's did in the past, as though it had been completely gouged out, being crushed bit by bit by someone's hands, until even breathing became nearly impossible.*
*Was this what Leon had been enduring all along?*
After gulping down big breaths for a while, she looked at Leon, who was helplessly supporting her. Emma, who seemed as though she had been fished out of water, couldn't help but tremble as she asked,
"Leon, does it… does it not hurt?"
"…"
