Kirumi

All I've ever done, is use and be used. People specifically.

Everyone only wants me for my body. I suppose it's not all their fault though. I was the one to sell it in the first place.

All because I was lonely

Everything changed when the three foot boy entered my life by asking to buy my time, and not use of my body.

I didn't realize how attached I would feel, to someone like that.

Gradually, I felt more attachment to the other fourteen around me. I had finally made friends. Felt as though *I* was wanted.

It was wonderful

But. Nothing good in life lasts forever.

I continued sweeping the floor in the kitchen. For reasons unknown, even to me

In the corner of my eyes, I saw the man who changed my life laughing alongside the big chested strawberry blonde who had attempted to commit suicide not long ago

I don't understand this feeling...

This feeling of... venom against the girl. This... desire! To only serve Ryoma.

It's so weird.

But. What I've understood right now is this.

"I Will Do Anything To Get Him Back"

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Short chapter, I know