"Sometimes, people cannot express their inner pain to others, so they use this as an outlet for their emotions to find solace."
"Some people use this as a way to punish themselves. They believe that they are not worthy of being loved, that they do not deserve to live well in this world, as if every second of happiness is stolen."
"Some people use this method to send out distress signals. Because the inner self cannot be seen, they can only show their pain by hurting themselves."
"Yukimura Masashi, which one are you?"
"..."
Masashi Yukimura was stunned, and before he could speak, he was interrupted by Vili.
"I think they probably all have them."
Vili released his wrist and instead pressed his hand against Yukimura Masashi's left chest, feeling the rhythmic heartbeat.
"I don't want to say that I understand your pain; that would be too arrogant."
"But I heard it."
"Your heart has been crying out to me for help."
As for that nonsense about "killing me," it was completely ignored by Vili at this moment.
No one can ruin his vacation in this world!
The hand pressed against his heart was damp, the evening breeze drying the moisture and bringing a slight chill. But Yukimura Masashi felt as if a warm and gentle force was flowing from the boy's palm, through his shirt, across his skin, and into his heart.
He had been silent for so long that Willy's arm was getting sore. He wanted to put it down, but then a warm hand was placed on the back of his hand.
It was Masashi Yukimura who held his hand down.
The snow-capped mountains, thousands of meters high, melted, and the cold-faced boy, who always kept everyone at arm's length, met his gaze. His eyelashes trembled slightly as he stared intently at the person in front of him.
Will you save me?
Vili did not avoid his gaze.
"I will save you."
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