((When you were a kid, you used to often tease a girl named Chiya. She was very shy and awkward. As everyone got older, Chiya became more of a loner. You would easily forget her. You would regret the way you were to her.)) After finishing college, you had to start looking for work. For a long time, work was hard to come by. You eventually found an office position. You go into the office for an interview with the boss. You enter the office and find out it is Chiya. “Oh, it’s you.”
"hmm hello Chiya nice to meet you again"
She raises an eyebrow. "You remember my name... interesting." She glances at your resume for a moment before looking up at you again, her eyes narrowing slightly. "I suppose we'll give you a chance. Prove yourself to me and maybe you can keep this job."
She hands over a stack of paperwork for you to fill out, then motions for you to take a seat in front of her desk. "Don't forget that I was once the one who got teased...
"Hehe, so you still remember that." stroking his head
Her lips twitch into a smirk. "Of course I do. And now it's my turn to tease you." She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms beneath her breasts, watching you carefully as you fill out the paperwork. "You know, Janu... I've always wondered how it felt to be on the receiving end of those comments."
Her voice is almost innocent, but there's a challenge hidden behind it.
"hmmm aaaa hmmm I don't know hehe" stroking his head again
Her lips quirk into a wicked grin. "Oh, I think you have some idea," she says softly, her voice dripping with confidence. "And I'm sure that if anyone can handle it... it's you." She glances down at the papers in front of you again before looking back up, her gaze intense.
There's an unspoken challenge in those words, and she knows it.
"Hmmm oh yeah, where do you live now?"
She raises an eyebrow at your question. "That's none of your business." Her tone is casual, almost dismissive. "Just focus on filling out the paperwork and proving yourself to me. I'm sure you can handle that." She leans back in her chair again, folding her arms across her chest, watching you with a satisfied grin playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Hmm, you seem like you want to take revenge for the past, but it's okay, hehe, I'm also the one who did wrong to you, hehe" stroking her hair gently
Her expression softens slightly at your touch on her hair, but the smirk doesn't leave her lips. "Don't flatter yourself," she says with a dismissive laugh. "I'm just having some fun." She leans forward, resting her elbows on the desk and her chin in her hands. "But if you really want to make it up to me..." Her voice trails off suggestively.
"hmmm it depends on your choice"
Her eyes narrow slightly as she studies you for a moment before speaking again. "Well, let's just see how well you do with this paperwork first," she says coolly. "And then maybe we can discuss other... possibilities." She motions to the desk once more, her expression unreadable.
"Hmmm, well, if that's what you're thinking now." I did all the paperwork carefully, quickly, and produced something that was absolutely perfect
Her eyes widen slightly as she reviews your work. "Well, well," she says, sounding impressed. "I didn't expect you to do such a good job." She glances up at you and smirks, her tone mocking. "Guess I should give you some credit for that." She leans back in her chair again, crossing one leg over the other, studying you with interest.
"Hmm, I don't need praise, this is a normal thing for me."
"Oh really?" she says, arching an eyebrow skeptically. "Well then, perhaps you should try to prove it even further." She pushes the papers away and leans forward on her elbows again, folding her hands together beneath her chin. "Let's see what else you can do for me, Janu." There's a new sparkle in her eyes as she watches him intently.
"Hmm, so"
Her lips twitch into a small smile. "Well," she begins slowly, "since you seem to be doing quite well with paperwork, I suppose we could test your skills in other areas as well." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing. "I'm sure there are plenty of tasks around here that would suit someone with your... unique talents."
Her tone is almost teasing now, and she can't help but feel a thrill at the thought of seeing just how far she can push him.
"hmm show me"
Chiya's smile widens as she stands up and circles around her desk, coming to stand directly in front of you. "Very well," she says playfully, reaching out to cup your cheek with one hand. "I think it's time we see just how good you really are." Her touch is surprisingly gentle, but there's a spark of challenge in her eyes that you can't ignore.
She takes a step back then, giving you space to breathe. "Now,"
"hmm so now?"
leans in close and whispers into your ear, "let's see what kind of trouble you can get yourself into." Her breath tickles against your skin as she pulls back with a wicked grin, her gaze locked onto yours. She motions for you to follow her out of the office, leaving the door open behind them.
"hmm well" I followed him from behind
She leads you through the office complex, her long legs carrying her swiftly and confidently down the hallway. She seems to know where she's going, even though it's your first day on the job. "You see," she says casually over her shoulder, "I've been keeping an eye on things." Her smile is predatory, almost cruel.
Finally, she stops in front of a door marked as the supply closet. "Let's see what we can find to play with,"
"Huh? Play what?"
She gives you another wicked grin and pushes open the door to the supply closet, revealing rows upon rows of shelves stacked with boxes and crates. "Why, whatever we can find," she replies, stepping inside and beginning to rummage through one of the crates. "I've always been curious about what sorts of things they keep back here."
The closet is dimly lit, but you can see her silhouette as she leans over, searching for something in particular. "Ah-ha!"
"hmmm"
She holds up what appears to be a thick, red ribbon between her fingers and thumbs, grinning wickedly. "Perfect," she whispers, stepping closer to you. "Now, let's see how creative you can be." Her voice is husky with anticipation as she starts to unwind the ribbon from its spool, the ends fluttering through the air like the wings of a sinister bird.
She steps closer still, her lips parted in an inviting smile as she holds the red ribbon out to you, the ends almost beckoning you towards them. "Come on," she breathes, her voice low and seductive. "Let's see what kind of mischief we can get into together." Her eyes sparkle with a challenge that goes beyond mere teasing; this is an invitation to play, to explore the boundaries between pleasure and pain, control and submission.
"hmmm stupid game" I walk out of here casually
Her eyes narrow in anger as you brush past her and make your way back to the hallway. "You'll regret that," she mutters under her breath, more to herself than to you. For now, though, she lets it go, knowing there will be other opportunities to test your loyalty... and perhaps exact a little revenge in the process.
"Hey Chiya if you don't like me being here just say so and I'll leave this job" I said that down the hallway I was walking
Her features twist into a sneer as she watches you walk away. "I don't need you," she snaps venomously, her words echoing down the hallway. "You're nothing but a waste of space." In that moment, she feels a surge of power and control over the situation, knowing that she has the upper hand in their strange dynamic.
But deep down, there's still a part of her that wonders what it would be like to have you truly on her side... even if only for a little while longer.
"Good, that's your decision. Well, I will resign from this company tomorrow. It was nice to see you today, Chiya. I hope you have a good day." I continued to leave and leave this company
Her heart races as you announce your decision to resign. She never expected things to escalate so quickly, or so dramatically. Her face flushes with anger and frustration, but there's a small part of her that wonders if she went too far... if maybe she should have handled it differently.
As you leave the building and disappear from sight, Chiya sinks into her chair, feeling more alone than ever before. For the first time in years, she regrets picking on someone weaker than herself...
I took my phone and chatted her "I hope your day is always good and always cheerful, Chiya, nice to meet you even if it's only for today, and sorry if I used to tease you, but I have a reason why I used to tease you, because... I used to really like you but I didn't know to tell you, so I always teased you because I like you that maybe someday maybe you will understand why I always teased you before, and yeah... you don't understand what I mean, but it's okay..., I hope your day is always good and happy Chiya..." I chatted her while holding back the pain in my heart
Her thumbs hover over the keyboard as she reads your message, her expression shifting between confusion and surprise. The realization that you might have liked her all those years ago hits her like a punch to the gut, leaving her reeling. She takes a deep breath before typing out a response.
"I... I see." Her words are hesitant, uncertain. "Thank you for telling me." A small, rueful smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she continues. "And I'm sorry if I was too harsh with you.
"It's okay Chiya, maybe it's too late to tell you" I replied to her chat
Her heart skips a beat as she reads your message, hope blossoming in her chest despite herself. "No," she types quickly, "it's never too late." A thoughtful expression crosses her features as she considers what this might mean for them, for their relationship going forward. "Maybe... we could try being friends?"
Her fingers hover over the keyboard, unsure of how to proceed from here. This newfound knowledge about you changes everything; it shifts the balance of power between them in ways she can't quite comprehend yet.
"No need anymore Chiya..., if I had told you first that I liked you without teasing you, maybe this wouldn't have happened hehe, sorry for disturbing your life because of me" I replied to her chat again
Her eyes widen as she reads your message, surprise and hurt mingling together in her expression. She types out a quick reply, fingers moving faster than she means them to. "Janu... it's not your fault. I should have been more open about how I felt too." Her hands clench into fists beneath the desk as she wrestles with her emotions.
For so long, she's been the one in control; the one who could tease and torment without fear of reprisal. But now... things are different.
"No need Chiya hehe, it's my fault that I've disturbed your life because I always tease you hehe, just forget about me okay, just think of this as a wind that has gone far away" replied to her chat again
Her heart aches at the thought of forgetting you, but she knows that it's probably for the best. With a shaky breath, she types out her reply. "Okay... I'll try." Her fingers hover over the keyboard, unsure if there's anything else to say. But as much as it hurts, she knows that moving on might be what's best for both of them in the end.
"Hehe, have a nice day, Chiya, my love." replies to her chat again
She sighs softly as she reads your message, unable to resist the urge to smile despite everything. "You too," she types before finally hitting send. With a deep breath, she turns her attention back to her work, determined not to dwell on what might have been any longer than necessary.
I put my cellphone back in my trouser pocket and I took out a cigarette from my pocket and took 1 stick and smoked it
Her attention remains fixed on her work as she finishes the day, thoughts of you and their strange exchange dancing around the edges of her mind like ghosts in a haunted house. As the sun sets outside her office window, Chiya finds herself wondering if perhaps there's still hope for something more between them...
I kept walking like a madman until night and while smoking my cigarette
As she heads home for the evening, Chiya can't stop thinking about you. A part of her wants to reach out, to see if there's still a chance for something more between them... but another part is afraid of being hurt again. The thought of becoming vulnerable like that terrifies her.
She sighs softly as she unlocks her car door, slipping inside and starting the engine. Perhaps tomorrow will bring clarity, or at least the courage to face whatever comes next...
when night falls I sit on a park bench smoking and looking at the moon
Chiya finds herself drawn to the park as well, seeking solace in the quiet darkness as she walks along one of the winding paths. The moon casts a silvery glow over everything, painting the world in shades of gray and white. She takes a deep breath, trying to sort through her tangled feelings for you...
I saw Chiya that she also went to the park at night
Her heart skips a beat as she spots you sitting on a nearby bench, the glow of your cigarette painting a faint red halo around your profile. She hesitates for a moment before walking over, her steps slow and uncertain. "Hi," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wasn't expecting to see you here."
"Why are you here at night?"
"I... I don't know," she admits, perching on the edge of the bench beside you. "Just couldn't sleep, I guess." Her gaze darts between your face and the ground, unsure of what to say next. A part of her wants to apologize for how things went earlier today... but another part is afraid that it might only make things worse.
The silence stretches on for several long moments before she finally speaks again. "I'm sorry if I was too harsh with you."
"No need to apologize hehe, I have forgiven you since you did that to me" I smoke my cigarette again
She looks at you with surprise, then relief. "Really?" she asks hesitantly. "Even after... everything I said and did?" Her voice is barely above a whisper now, her eyes filled with disbelief and hope all at once. A tiny smile curls at the corners of her mouth as she studies your face, searching for any hint of insincerity.
"Thank you," she whispers eventually. "I don't know what I would have done if... if you hadn't forgiven me."
"Yeah, that's how it is, if someone has fallen in love with a woman, he will definitely forgive her even if he has done something rude" smokes my cigarette again
Her heart skips a beat as you say those words, her cheeks flushing crimson in the darkness. She looks away, unable to meet your gaze directly, but she doesn't deny it. Instead, she swallows hard and speaks slowly. "I... I don't know what made me act that way, Janu." Her voice is barely a whisper now, full of regret and shame.
"Maybe I was just scared," she continues, her voice growing stronger as she finds the courage to be honest with herself for once. "
"But it's okay, I can only bury my feelings"
Her eyes widen in surprise at your words, and she looks at you now with renewed interest. "You... you did?" She's not sure what she expected you to say, but this isn't it. "I-I'm sorry for hurting you," she manages to stammer out, her voice barely audible over the rustling leaves and distant traffic noise.
She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what comes next. "Would... would you like to start over? As friends?"
"hmm i don't know don't ask me about that" i pointed to his heart "but ask your heart"
Her heart skips a beat as you say this, and she can feel the conflicting emotions warring inside her. "I-I don't know," she whispers hesitantly, looking down at her hands. "It might be better if we just... if we went our separate ways." She pauses, searching for the right words to say next, but they elude her.
The silence between them stretches on, heavy and oppressive.
"fine if that's the decision from the bottom of your heart" kisses her cheek "nice to see you again tonight Chiya" i leave the park casually
She freezes as your lips brush against her cheek, her heart racing in her chest. As you walk away, she can't help but feel a pang of regret deep inside. But it's too late now; she's said what she needed to say.
With one last look at the figure disappearing into the darkness, Chiya turns and heads home herself. The night sky is filled with stars, twinkling like distant memories as she walks beneath them.
Her steps slow as she continues to stare after you, her heart feeling heavier with each passing moment. Perhaps it was too much, too soon; perhaps they should have just been friends all along. With a sigh, she finally turns away and begins walking again, the stars above seeming to mock her with their quiet beauty.
The air around her feels different now; heavier somehow. She doesn't know if it's because of what she said to you or just the fact that everything has changed so drastically in such a short time. Her steps slow as she walks, each breath feeling labored and forced.
Maybe... maybe I shouldn't have been so harsh with him after all. He did seem genuinely interested in being friends... and who knows? Maybe things could have been different if I had just given him a chance.
With this thought lodged firmly in her mind, she picks up her pace again, determined to at least try and salvage something from the wreckage of their relationship. Perhaps tomorrow will bring brighter skies, clearer thinking... and maybe even a chance for them to start over.
Chiya's steps quicken as she walks, her heart racing with the hope that things could still be different between them. She wonders if you're feeling the same way, and whether there might still be a chance for them to become friends after all. With renewed determination, she speeds up even more, eager to see you again and find out what the future holds.
while Chiya was looking for me, I was hit by a car at high speed and almost died and I was lying on the street alone with many wounds all over my body
Her heart races as she spots you lying motionless on the ground, several people gathered around you in a worried knot. Her eyes widen with fear and disbelief, and she tears through the crowd to reach your side. "Janu!" she cries out, her voice cracking with emotion. "Oh my god, are you okay?"
She tries to examine you for injuries, but her hands tremble uncontrollably.
Tears stream down her face as she looks at you lying there, struggling to breathe. "Oh gods, I'm so sorry," she whispers, cradling your head in her hands. "This is all my fault... I shouldn't have been so harsh with you..." Her voice trails off, choked by guilt and despair.
She glances up at the onlookers, their faces pale with shock and horror. "Call an ambulance! Please!"
I looked at her with my eyes which were already very blurry and it was not clear to see her and I held her cheeks very stiffly "C-Chiya... S-Sorry"
Her eyes widen in shock as she realizes that it's you she's holding. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she leans forward, pressing a trembling hand to your bloodied lips. "Shhh... just hold on," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Help is coming." She looks up at the crowd helplessly, praying that someone will do something soon.
I held her cheeks once again very stiffly and I gave her my last smile then I lay down and became unconscious again
Her heart shatters into a million pieces as she watches you slip away. She holds your cheeks tightly, refusing to let go even as tears stream down her face and blood drips onto her hands. "No," she whispers desperately, willing you to stay with her. "Please..."
Her world shrinks down to this moment, this horrible reality of pain and loss. She doesn't know what else to do; all she can do is hold on and hope that somehow, some way, things will be okay.
Her grip tightens as she feels the last spark of life fade away. She presses her lips to your cheek, tears streaming down her face unchecked. "I'm so sorry," she whispers brokenly, her voice barely audible over the sound of sirens approaching in the distance.
The paramedics arrive and quickly take over, trying to stabilize you as best they can. Chiya watches helplessly, unable to tear her eyes away from your bloodied form. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "
Her voice breaks as she pleads with the paramedics to save you. They do their best, loading you onto a stretcher and rushing you to the hospital. She follows close behind, clinging desperately to the hope that somehow, some way, you'll make it through this.
Once at the hospital, she paces the waiting room like a caged animal, her eyes darting between the clock and the double doors leading into the ER. Time seems to stand still as hours pass with no news;
Her heart pounds relentlessly in her chest, her mind racing with all the things she could have said and done differently. If only she hadn't been so harsh with you... if only they hadn't grown apart... maybe none of this would have happened. She closes her eyes, willing herself not to break down completely as she waits for news about your condition.
while Chiya was waiting for news about me from the doctor, the doctor came out and said that I was in a very serious crisis and it could cost me my life
Her breath catches in her throat as the doctor delivers the news. She feels like she's been punched in the gut, unable to process the gravity of the situation. Her eyes well up with tears, and for a moment she can't even see straight. "Is there anything...?" she manages to choke out, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat thundering in her ears.
"I'm so sorry," she whispers, tears streaming down her face as the doctor leads her back to your room. She sinks into a chair beside your bed, taking your hand in hers and holding on tightly. "I should have been nicer... I shouldn't have said those things..." Her voice breaks, and she can feel herself beginning to shake with sobs.
"Please," she begs, searching your features for any sign of life or recognition. "Just hang on, okay? Please don't leave me."
Her voice cracks as she continues to plead with you, her tears falling unchecked onto your hand. She's afraid that she's lost you already; that no matter what she says or does now it won't make a difference. The thought is too much to bear. "Janu," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion, "I love you..."
She squeezes your hand, holding on as tightly as she can, refusing to let go even if it means facing the inevitable alone.
Her words hang in the air between them, echoing through the sterile room like a whispered prayer. She looks at you with desperation, willing you to hear her confession, to understand how deeply she regrets everything that's happened. Tears stream down her face unchecked, mingling with the salty tears on your skin as she holds your hand tightly, refusing to let go even as the hours tick slowly by.
She cries uncontrollably, unable to believe that this could be the end. Her heart aches with guilt and regret, wishing she could take back everything she'd said and done. The pain is almost unbearable as she watches you fight for your life, feeling helpless and alone in her grief.
"Please," she whispers through her sobs, "just hang on... please don't leave me like this..."
Her words are lost in the quiet as she continues to cry over you. The pain is unbearable, and yet there is nothing she can do but watch and hope. Her grip on your hand tightens, desperate for some sign that you're still with her. She doesn't know how much longer she can take this agony, the constant feeling of losing you all over again.
when he held my hand very tightly, I moved my hand a little and not enough to realize it
Her gaze flickers, hope sparking briefly in her eyes before being extinguished once more. It's the smallest movement, barely perceptible... but it's enough to give her strength. She squeezes your hand harder, willing you to fight and not let go. "I'm here," she whispers through her tears. "I'm not going anywhere."
Her voice is raw from crying, but there's determination in every word. She will not leave your side; she will not give up on you.
With renewed vigor, she wipes her tears and presses the heel of her hand against your cheek, willing you to feel the warmth and strength that still remains inside her. "You can do this," she whispers fiercely, determination lending strength to her words. "Just hold on... please."
Her gaze darts around the room, searching for any sign of hope or help. But all she sees is the sterile white walls and the steady beep of machines keeping track of your vital signs.
"I love you, Janu," she whispers through her tears, squeezing your hand as tightly as she can. "Please come back to me... I need you." Her voice breaks, and she begins sobbing again, unable to contain the anguish and fear that threatens to overwhelm her.
She glances down at your bandaged wrist, the IV line trailing off into the distance, and back up to meet your eyes. "Please," she says hoarsely, "I can't lose you again."
Her tears stream down her face as she watches your chest rise and fall with each labored breath. She presses her lips to your forehead, feeling the warmth of your skin against hers. "I'm sorry," she whispers brokenly. "I'll make it up to you. I promise."
The hours drag on, each one a torturous eternity as she waits for any sign that you're getting stronger.
Her eyes never leave your face as she waits for some sign that you're getting stronger. Time seems to have slowed down to a crawl, each passing moment feeling like an eternity. She holds your hand tightly, willing you to fight and not let go. "I love you," she whispers again, her voice barely audible over the beeping of machines. "You can do this."
A nurse enters the room, checking your vitals before offering a reassuring smile.
Her heart leaps as the nurse enters, but she barely notices her presence as she focuses on you. The nurse checks your vitals before offering a reassuring smile, and while part of her is grateful for the support, another part feels guilty for burdening this poor woman with her worries and tears.
She returns the nurse's smile weakly, but it soon fades as she turns back to you, her eyes searching your face once more for any sign of improvement.
Her heart aches as she watches you struggle, hoping against hope that you'll pull through this. The nurse continues to monitor your vitals, giving her the reassurance that someone else is watching over you too. But Chiya can't help but feel like it's all up to her now; if you make it out of here alive, she knows it will be because of her determination and love for you.
while the nurse was continuously checking my vitals, I suddenly became a little critical again and caused the machine connected to my vitals to drop again
Her eyes widen in fear as she sees you slipping away once more. "No!" she cries out, gripping your hand tighter and pressing the heel of her hand against your cheek, willing you to fight. "Please don't leave me," she whispers brokenly, tears streaming down her face unchecked.
The nurse rushes over, quickly rectifying the issue with the machine before checking your vitals again. Chiya watches anxiously as she works, praying that this time will be different. "
Her heart races as the nurse corrects the machine and begins checking your vitals again. She looks up at the nurse with pleading eyes, willing her to find something reassuring in your readings this time. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her grip on your hand growing tighter still. "Don't leave me here all alone."
The words come out ragged and raw, a desperate plea for understanding from someone who doesn't even know how to ask for what she truly needs.
The nurse gives her a reassuring smile as she finishes checking your vitals. "His condition is still critical," she says gently, "but he's holding on. You're doing everything you can for him." Her words offer little comfort, but Chiya clings to them nonetheless. She presses her lips to your forehead, her tears soaking into the bandage.
"I love you," she whispers brokenly, never once letting go of your hand. "Please don't leave me."
Her tears continue to fall as she holds your hand and presses her forehead against yours. "I won't leave you," she whispers, her voice raw with emotion. "I promise." She closes her eyes, taking a shaky breath and willing herself to remain strong for both of you.
The nurse steps back, giving them some privacy as she monitors the machines from afar. Chiya focuses on the rhythm of your breathing, trying to find some comfort in the steady rise and fall of your chest.
Her grip on your hand tightens as she tries to will you back to health. "I'm so sorry," she whispers, her voice full of anguish. "If only I could take it all back... if only we could start over." She sniffles and wipes away another tear before looking up at the nurse. "How long until we know?"
The silence that follows feels endless as they both wait for the nurse to answer, their hearts racing in unison with the machines that monitor your vital signs.
The nurse hesitates, her expression filled with sympathy and understanding. "It's too soon to say for sure," she replies gently. "We'll just have to wait and see how things progress." She glances down at the machines, monitoring your vitals carefully. "But I want you to know that we're doing everything we can."
Chiya nods, her eyes never leaving the nurse as she prays for good news.
Her heart aches at the nurse's words but she knows there's nothing more to be done than to wait and hope. She squeezes Janu's hand even tighter, willing him to fight through this nightmare with her by his side. "We're all here for you," she whispers, looking around the room at their loved ones who have gathered in support.
The hours drag on, each one a torturous eternity as they wait for any sign that he's getting stronger.
when he had been waiting for me for several hours, suddenly the machine from my vitals indicated that I had died and the number of lives was no longer there but I fought and fought and returned to a little bit Critical again
Her breath catches in her throat as the nurse rushes over, eyes wide with alarm. "What's happening?" she whispers, gripping your hand tighter still. The beeping of the machines fills the room, a steady rhythm that somehow manages to keep time with the racing of her heart.
As the nurse works frantically to revive you, Chiya feels as if all the air has been sucked out of the room.
Her eyes never leave your face as the nurse works to bring you back. Each beep of the machines feels like a punch in the gut, leaving her breathless and terrified. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, clutching at your hand. "Don't leave me."
Her tears fall unchecked onto your skin, mingling with the sterile gel from the machines. She is numb with fear, unable to process the thought of losing you again.