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"Stop crying," I snap. And of course, she starts to cry harder. I'm in some kind of romance story or what? This is seriously bugging me…
"It's okay," I answer, but no! She won't stop crying. What's the matter with women? Why they can't stop crying when they're told to stop? It's that hard? Men don't cry so why do women? Grow a backbone, I say. But man! She looks so adorable when she cries, her blue innocent eyes being so big. Great. What next? Am I going to start some ultra-mumbo-jumbo-sweet-talk that isn't actual talking? I just hate romantic stuff and love. I watch how she tries to stop crying, but it doesn't help. I'm so doomed.
"Stop crying, it's okay," I say, touching her cheek. I'm so doomed. Second, by second I hate myself even more, but my mind is black. What next? A love confession? If there is a God, why do you hate me so much? Even I don't believe such things. It's just something people made up to feel better.
"It isn't. Pai-san…I'm so sorry," she says. Okay, why did she just apologize to me? I don't understand women. They're even weirder than Kish's weird habits.
"About what?" I ask, pulling her to the couch. Which is, by the way, really ugly.
"I must have upset you by asking about your family…and talking about lo-love," she utters the last word. Like I would care about those things. I don't. I seriously…Can't she stop crying?
"Hey, hey! Stop crying! It's okay. My family died a long time ago…" I say.
"But still," she says, now wrinkling her forehead, and that doesn't suit her. Women shouldn't wrinkle themselves.
"It happened a long time ago and who cares about such things as love? You can't measure it or do anything with it," I said bluntly. But I think I said too much when she started staring at me with a look of shock. At least she has stopped crying.
"But…It's the most important thing ever!" she says, nodding her head a little bit. I stare at her oddly. You can't use it as a weapon or anything…Where would you need it? That's why I hate things like that, you can't count those together and get one, nice answer. No, there are probably a million and one answers. Like heck.
"Um," she says, turning now red from her face. It's kind of cute, yet it disturbs me. I should think rationally and all, but now…now…I'm feeling kind of really…I don't actually know, but I know it's not that usual depression of mine. I just stare at her and suddenly ask, totally out of my character, "Do you love me?"
Yup, totally dumb question, especially from your enemy. She just blushes even deeper. I should know the answer! Ah, I just hate myself, and the next thing that I'll do…But being depressed means you've got to one day creep out of that depressive state, so you can go back in later. Hell, what others don't know won't hurt them, right?
I lean against the porpoise girl and kiss her.
I just hate this world and people around me, but I just might like Lettuce Midorikawa. Just might.