reality wants to scream | freetime | open
It’s clear that the murder, the investigation, the trial...truthfully, everything about this situation, had been taking a mighty toll on Haruto - culminating in that...that embarrassing outburst mid-trial. Haruto couldn’t believe that he had let that happen, he usually had his emotions in much better check. Now everyone was going to see him as some sort of weak crybaby, and Haruto wasn’t sure if he could deal with that.
As soon as he had been allowed, Haruto had bolted out of the trial room. He couldn’t bear it anymore, that awful environment. He hadn’t made it to his room, his frail body giving out about halfway. He collapsed to his knees in the middle of a hallway, breaking into what started off as small broken sobs, gradually growing louder and louder.
“W....Why....”
He didn’t want to be here, he didn’t want to die, he wanted to go home. Why was he here? Why him? Why was this happening at all? More and more people were willing to die, and Haruto was afraid. Afraid for Koji. Afraid for Honeya. Afraid for himself. Afraid for what was to come.
“Why is this happening?!”
For the first time, Haruto Mizushima was truly afraid.