Chiyo's hands trembled uncontrollably. She had pulled the trigger.
She had killed a man.
She knew she couldn't just stand by and watch Rin die at the hands of some thug, but the weight of what she had done crashed down on her like a tidal wave.
The gun slipped from her fingers, clattering onto the pavement as her legs gave out. She leaned against the car bumper, her chest rising and falling in erratic gasps.
Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, so loud she thought it might burst through her ribs.
She had killed someone.
Her breath hitched as the thought repeated in her mind, over and over.
"I'm a murderer…" The words barely escaped her lips, her voice breaking.
Tears welled in her eyes. "No… This must be a dream. If it were real, Haruto would be here, right? He should be here, saving me… saving us."
She covered her face with shaking hands. "Where is he? Why isn't he here?" Her voice cracked into a hoarse whisper, choked by the weight of her sobs.
