There were also many items related to Chibi Maruko-chan on the desk, which Cheyne collected for me before I turned ten.
I packed a box full of warm memories before I turned ten.
On the day of my death, they were there to accompany me, at least I won't be lonely and afraid.
The suitcase was a bit heavy, my body was weak and I couldn't move it anymore.
When I was going downstairs, I accidentally looked up and met Cheyne's gaze.
I lost my footing, and the suitcase rolled down the stairs.
The items related to Chibi Maruko-chan broke free from the constraints of the suitcase and shattered.
Cheyne quietly looked at the mess on the ground, with turmoil in his eyes.
"Cheryl Jones, you're cruel, you're really cruel!
"Get lost, don't let me see you again!"
I didn't care about the pain from the fall, I crawled and stuffed everything, good and bad, into the suitcase.
Like a deserter, I escaped through the gate.
It was raining heavily outside, but it was embarrassing for me to go back since I came out in a hurry.
The door behind me opened.
I turned around with hope, thinking that Cheyne would shelter me from the wind and rain like he did when we were children, and protect me by his side.