Why would I tell you? I was trying to keep her away from you.
[He said it like it was the simplest, most obvious fact. He said it as if he didn't know how much Kiraki meant to her. As if he hadn't notice how Mamoru was on the edge of breaking down at nearly every moment since he was forced to deliver her to her "death".
That was because, he didn't. He didn't know. He was caught up in his delusion, his fantasy of his beloved brother. That Haruto didn't even have a crush on KIraki like the real one once did. In his world inside that apartment, she didn't need to exist.
Even while he himself had feelings for the girl that he refused to acknowledge. He shoved them away, sealed his heart. Telling himself, that he was doing "what was best" for Mamoru, even when every single fact screamed at him that this wasn't the case]
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Why would I tell you? I was trying to keep her away from you.
[He said it like it was the simplest, most obvious fact. He said it as if he didn't know how much Kiraki meant to her. As if he hadn't notice how Mamoru was on the edge of breaking down at nearly every moment since he was forced to deliver her to her "death".
That was because, he didn't. He didn't know. He was caught up in his delusion, his fantasy of his beloved brother. That Haruto didn't even have a crush on KIraki like the real one once did. In his world inside that apartment, she didn't need to exist.
Even while he himself had feelings for the girl that he refused to acknowledge. He shoved them away, sealed his heart. Telling himself, that he was doing "what was best" for Mamoru, even when every single fact screamed at him that this wasn't the case]