Tatemae

Kouyama, Japan, 2015, five years after I killed her.

The day she died made my vision secluded to a small slit within reality. I wished to forget what happened, but I also wished to see them again. Contradictory aspirations, but both equally real. The hope that love may flourish within my soul and the silencing resentment towards the past fought as the two sides of the internal war.

I was left to the rest of the world as a murderer and thus forced to don a mask too profoundly deep for anyone.

I never wanted anyone else to suffer through what I did.

Until Makoto Aomura, the girl with hopes of changing the world, gave her heart to me in order to help me mend a new path towards love.