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Kaito nodded slowly, as if hearing a diagnosis he’d already guessed. He dropped the spare key into the river. It hit the water with a soft plink and disappeared.

“You’re late,” she said, not unkindly. Her voice was the same low, smoky murmur that had haunted his dreams for six months. “Kaito’s stuck at work. He said you’d keep me company.” Erito - Rina Kawamura - Best friend-s girlfrien...

The guilt was a third person in the room. It sat on the edge of the bed while they undressed. It watched from the rearview mirror as she climbed out of his car three blocks from her apartment. It whispered, He trusts you. He loves you. He would take a bullet for you. Kaito nodded slowly, as if hearing a diagnosis

“I’m sorry,” Erito said. The words felt like gravel. “You’re late,” she said, not unkindly

“You’re staring,” she said, not looking up from the couch where she was curling her legs beneath her.

“You have ink on your neck,” he said. It was true—a smear of cobalt blue, just below her ear. What he didn’t say: I want to wipe it off with my thumb. I want to press my mouth there and taste turpentine and salt.