Misaki's voice trembles.
She sobs uncontrollably.
Big tears fall from her eyes.
«Hakuto… I… I'm your mother…»
Silence falls over the room.
Heavy. Absolute.
Not even the sound of their breathing can be heard anymore.
Hakuto stares at her, eyes wide open, mouth ajar.
His entire body trembles.
He steps back slowly, dragging his feet across the carpet.
His vision blurs.
Nausea. Vomit.
He loses consciousness and collapses to the floor.
Misaki instantly jumps out of the jacuzzi, grabs his arm, pulls it around her shoulders, and helps him onto the bed.
He doesn't say a single word.
His mind shuts down, severed from his body, a defense mechanism triggering right before insanity could take over.
Four simple words.
So common.
Yet together, more devastating than any demonic spell.
A phrase that would've shattered Hakuto even under normal circumstances—but here, now, after everything that happened... it's just too much.
Another wave of nausea.
