There’s no talking to her.
Even though she was a woman I once loved, I have no desire to look at her face, all messed up with tears and snot.
I left Maya and retreated to my room.
……
It was pointless.
There’s Maya’s bed in my room.
Well, whatever. I’ll just lock the door.
There’s no need to care about Maya anymore.
No matter what I do…
All she can say is
“Noooooooooo!”
How incredibly selfish. Why did I ever fall for such a woman?
[Love is blind.]
Haha, that’s the ultimate self-mockery.
If I did something wrong, it was probably being too lenient, laughing off her selfishness.
I have this strange confidence that I can erase all my feelings for Maya, all our memories together, but can I really do it in a month? I have my doubts.
…….
Really, what was our marriage even for?
Needing to forget the woman I loved—what a bad joke.
If this whole thing is just about wasting time, I’d rather reset and start over.
—-But experiences like this can’t even be used for the future.
[Maya PoV]
I want to die.
I’d be better off dead.
To Kazunari, I’ve completely become a woman of the past. Not a fondly remembered one, but a detestable part of his past he wishes to forget.
The words from the partner who was supposed to be with me until the end of our lives now only serve to negate my existence.
Why did I do such a thing? If I had known Kazunari would change like this, I would never have cheated. Was I so blissful that I mistook myself for a queen?
If I could be reborn, I would love Kazunari and only him.
Such broken thoughts.
In my head, I know.
Kazunari didn’t change—my infidelity changed him.
And that’s why I can’t forgive myself. If I can’t forgive myself, it’s only natural that Kazunari won’t either. I understand that.
But still, I wish.
The only person I want to be with until the end of my life is Kazunari. So, I want him to stay with me until that time comes.
—Please believe me.
“A, aah, aaah, aaaaaahhhhhh…”
Locked out of the bedroom.
Unable to get in, I collapse in the hallway on all fours.
I weep, overwhelmed by deep regret, self-reproach, and a faint, shameless hope.
But.
My tears solve nothing.
—How can I atone for this? Someone, please tell me.