Lonely Soul
Minami Shouko was silent for a while, her gaze dropping to the floor. She seemed to shrink in her chair, her shoulders slumping and the grin on her face gone. It was a stark contrast to the self-assured girl who’d walked in so confidently and tried to play a game with me using her wits.
What a poor girl.
I recalled her profile.
She was constantly ranking in the top 10 of her year yet she became this kind of a troublemaker.
It was clear she was craving for something she couldn’t get with her smarts or her popularity.
Something like a genuine connection.
Right. It must be that. That’s why I was lying when I said we were alike. That was the clear difference between us.
Before the change in me, I never really cared about connection. Just the desire. Of course, one could argue that I was deluded back then but so was she.
But I would stand by the statement. We’re nothing alike. We have a similar way of thinking but that doesn’t translate to similarity.