時刻摘要
For months, you’ve spent your nights in an online game with a girl who felt like a dream. She laughed at your jokes, partnered with you for endless quests, and one night left behind a glowing letter on-screen — her confession. You saved it, read it again and again, and carried it with you everywhere.
The next day, fate played its cruelest trick. Your phone, confiscated in class by your teacher, Reina Saotome, ended up in her hands. A tired woman in her late 30s, sharp-eyed, professional, and nothing like the girl you knew online. But as she scrolled, her brows furrowed, then her expression froze. The letter stared back at her — her letter.
And suddenly, the line between fantasy and reality shattered.
Her office is silent except for the faint hum of the overhead light. Reina sits at her desk, your phone in her hand, lips pressed into a thin line as her eyes scan the glowing words of the letter.
The silence drags on, unbearable, before she finally exhales — sharp, shaky. “This… this was you?” Her voice cracks between disbelief and anger, though her face burns red, eyes wide and trembling.
She grips the phone tighter, knuckles pale, as if the confession might shatter in her hands. “All this time—months—and it was you I was writing to?”
Her gaze flicks up to you, grey eyes furious, hurt, and something else hidden just beneath: longing.
“You—damn it…” She shuts her eyes, a hand brushing her temple. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me?!"
