in the end…

I wasn’t able to go biking with tou-san. I guess sleeping at 12:00 and trying to wake up at 5:00 isn’t really my thing.

I’m such a dork.

Anyhow… I’m debating whether I should publicize the fic I wrote for nee-chan~♥

I’m bad, nyaa~ Can’t help but add an excerpt~

Dolce

She was asleep.

The sheets that covered her were slightly damp, but she looked oddly peaceful—satisfied even—and not the least bit uncomfortable.

He had watched her doze off, and even after hours of endless love making (or fucking? He couldn’t seem to find the right term), he couldn’t get to sleep.

He glanced at the clock on the nightstand.

It read 4:52 AM.

Too many thoughts filled his head.

They had not used protection. They weren’t even married yet—what they did was obviously wrong…

He hated himself.

No, not because he regretted doing that to her… No, he hated himself for a much deeper reason.

He hated himself because he couldn’t muster even an ounce of regret for doing… unspeakable things to her.

“Gomen nasai, Junko… Hontou ni gomen,” he whispered into the darkness.

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