After all, even if he kept brainwashing himself and convincing himself that it was nothing, it was impossible for him to completely not care.

Humans are social animals. No one can live alone all his life unless he is excluded by others.

But the desire to live in a group will always stir in his heart. And he will not be, and will never be, an exception.

The rain was getting heavier. My wet hair was sticking to my skin and it felt uncomfortable. The wet fabric was sticking tightly to my body and a cool feeling came when the wind blew.

The exposed skin was covered with goose bumps.

At this moment, the young man, who was soaked all over, looked like a homeless stray dog, pitiful and ridiculous.

It was unclear how much time had passed before Kudo finally stopped swinging on the swing, stood up, and walked out of the park in the rain with wet hair.

It must have been raining for a long time. There was no one taking shelter on the road, all the shops on the street were tightly closed, and there were no vehicles on the road.

Everyone can't wait to stay at home and enjoy the leisure time brought by the rainy day.

It was as if the world had tightly closed the door called acceptance to him, and he wandered aimlessly outside.

The sea-blue eyes did not appear clearer under the rain, but instead became like a pool of water that had already been disturbed, becoming evenly turbid, so turbid that there was no possibility of clarity.

It was still noon, but the streets were as quiet as midnight.

He was the only one in the rain, wandering to the river like a ghost.

The young man stood on the shore and tilted his head, looking at the river flowing downstream with rain water, with a hint of relief in his eyes.

Finally, it's over.

The corners of his lips formed a faint arc, and his peripheral vision seemed to catch a glimpse of a figure in the distance.

Is there anyone still outside now?

The boy casually crossed this doubt in his mind, but he did not delve into it further.

Because it doesn't matter, it's none of his business.

And...his destination is right in front of us, isn't it?

The black-haired boy with ocean-blue eyes gradually approached the river, and at the last few steps he suddenly started to run, as if he couldn't wait to jump into the icy water.

In addition to the huge sound of falling into the water, there is also an inexplicable joy that follows.

Gravity pulled his body down to the depths, and the water current carried him downstream.

Kudo stared at the blurry river surface with his eyes wide open. His eyeballs were stung by the exposure to the turbid water, so he quickly closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep.

The sound in the water was vague, as if separated by a layer of membrane, but he seemed to faintly hear the sound of another person falling into the water.

My brain was working slowly due to lack of oxygen, and the first thought that came to my mind was: Are there other people like me?

Although it was unbelievable, Kudo couldn't help but feel a little bit of joy in his heart, almost viciously, at the thought that he would have someone to accompany him before he died.

He is such a disgusting person, isn't he? He wishes others would die with him.

The secret joy that arose before death disappeared instantly under the impact of this thought, and the despicable thought was ruthlessly torn to pieces and discarded, leaving only a blank in the mind.

——

It's still raining, and it's raining heavily.

Kudo opened his eyes, the sound of rain still pattering in his ears, and he made this judgment subconsciously.

Then he couldn't help but let out a laugh from his throat. It was a familiar scene.

His first suicide attempt also failed? Even hell wouldn't accept someone like him, right?