Maybe I'm just crazy…
Kyouko sat quietly in the driver's seat, the warm hum of the engine filling the silence.
Her fingers curled slightly around the steering wheel. Her eyes stung.
Maybe I just… miss him… too much.
Her lips trembled.
Why…?
Why do I feel like this?
I'm not his wife.
She closed her eyes.
I'm his mother-in-law.
She let the words echo in her mind—hollow, painful.
I shouldn't feel this.
We're not a couple. We're not married. We're… something else.
Yes… we shared something. Something special.
We had sex.
We touched. We kissed. We held each other in secret.
I let him inside me. Again and again.
I let him see everything. Every inch of me. Every sound. Every part.
She covered her mouth, trying to hold herself together.
So why…
Why does it hurt this much?
It's not even a month.
It's only been a little more than a week. Less than two.
And yet her chest felt like it was splitting open.
Her body felt cold where he used to warm her.
