Shiori (2)
"Hey, it's better to stop doing embracing me in here, Shiori."
"Why?"
"Why? Isn't that obvious? Some passersby are glancing at us. Honestly, I won't care about my own rumors, but you'll get affected by it."
"Figures..."
Shiori pulled herself away from me and wiped out the tears on her face. "I'll be on my way then. Don't worry, I won't do those stuff from before... But, I've got a question though?"
"Yeah?"
"How come you're acting okay? It's been like few hours, but the way you act now seems too surreal. I have no prior knowledge about mental illness, but I'm sure that they'll be in the worst state once they recover their memories. How come you don't? Don't your trauma get worsen once you remember all those cruel things?"
"How come you're good even with the beating of your sister?"
"I have few loose screws in the head—That's why."
"I hate that you're admitting it as if it's a compliment." Knitting my eyebrows.