Erito - Rina Kawamura - Best Friend-s Girlfrien... Here

That was all.

Kaito turned then, and Erito saw it—the crack in his best friend’s chest, raw and weeping. “Then why ?”

“You’re late,” she said, not unkindly. Her voice was the same low, smoky murmur that had haunted his dreams for six months. “Kaito’s stuck at work. He said you’d keep me company.” Erito - Rina Kawamura - Best friend-s girlfrien...

“Can I ask you something?” Rina set her beer down. The clink of glass on the oak table was a small explosion. “Do you ever feel like you’re in the wrong story?”

“And yet?” Erito’s voice was a whisper. That was all

Kaito nodded slowly, as if hearing a diagnosis he’d already guessed. He dropped the spare key into the river. It hit the water with a soft plink and disappeared.

“No. You were perfect. That was the problem.” Her voice was the same low, smoky murmur

Erito Saito had never been afraid of heights. He’d climbed the old transmission tower behind the school in his second year, just to prove a point. But standing in Rina Kawamura’s apartment doorway, watching her towel-dry her hair, he felt a vertigo far more paralyzing.

She turned to face him fully. Without makeup, in the low amber light, she looked younger. More dangerous. “Kaito is a good man. The best. He remembers anniversaries. He opens doors. He tells me he loves me three times a day. And yet…” She trailed off, her fingers finding the hem of her sweatshirt, twisting it.