Akina opened the suicide note and said lightly, "There's nothing strange about it. Perhaps your upbringing environment was too simple. In the chaotic upper class circles, there's nothing you can't imagine."
"Take a simple example. There are countless families, and many Young Masters and Misses. The aristocratic schools derived from them are something all commoners must look up to."
"To outsiders, every Young Master and Miss is so outstanding, but only those of us from this side know that even a very beautiful and excellent Miss, even at school, just takes off her pants and plays with others."
Akina ignored Ichiko's stunned expression and continued lightly, "Don't think it's strange. In your view, this is unbelievable and beyond common sense, but in the eyes of those Misses and Young Masters, physical interaction is just a form of relaxation during entertainment."
"You can't imagine the debauchery of the rich. I don't want someone like you to think about it either."
"There are plenty of relationships between two women or two men. What they pursue is excitement, while your Haruko was just pursuing true love."
She, Akina, couldn't stand such a messy circle, which is why she rejected her family's support and came out on her own to make a living.
Just like Inari, he would rather be a useless Young Master used as a negative example by various families than cater to such ugliness.
Hearing this, Ichiko fell silent.
She couldn't help but recall Dr. Kaito's words.
Girls and girls, as a doctor, he had seen too many such cases.
Even Yuri and Haruko thought that was normal.
It turns out, only I thought it was strange.
And using this as a basis, constantly avoiding Haruko?
Akina put the suicide note back on the table, "Can you stand up?"
"Yes..."
"I've cleaned the bathroom for you. Try not to think too much. Take a shower and get a good night's sleep. Get your energy back and go see your Haruko at the Hospital tomorrow. I'm tired too, can I borrow a guest room?"
"Wait a moment, I'll get it ready for you now."
Ichiko really wanted to force herself not to think about those things, just as Akina suggested, but she couldn't do it.
When showering in the bathroom, every time she saw the bathtub, the scene of Haruko lying in it would appear in her mind.
So much so that she dry-heaved for a while and couldn't recover.
After taking a shower, she felt even more tired.
Finally, she returned listlessly to Haruko's room. The living room was messy, and there were traces of smashed dishes in the kitchen. Only this room was tidy, as if it was specially left for her as a memory.
Neat and tidy, spotless.
She buried her face and threw herself onto the bed. She could faintly smell the body fragrance left by Haruko from sleeping there for a long time in the quilt.
That was... a comfortable scent, just like the sachet.
Tears, unknowingly, blurred her eyes again.
If these things hadn't happened.
If she had accepted Haruko's confession.
Then now, she should be on this bed, holding that small, soft body and sleeping, right?
But in this world, there are no 'ifs'.
Even if there were, it would definitely be in a dream.
Ichiko lay on her side on the bed and inadvertently saw the figurine on the bedside table, her expression somewhat dazed.
"When did such a delicate figurine appear here?"
"The two people on it, are they me and Haruko?"
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