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January 1

The first day of the new year.

The calendar tells me it's this day, but for me, it's no different from any other time.

It's all the same anyway.

I haven't been out for more than half a month, last time it was ...... Late November, right?

It's horrible, it feels like more than a year has passed.

If it goes on like this, it won't be long before you can't figure out the time at all, right?

I was barefoot on the floor, a little cold.

The New Year's calendar was bought a few days ago and is my favorite color.

Actually, it doesn't make much sense, after all.

I didn't buy it.

January 3rd

After disappearing for several days, Mr. K is here again.

Carrying the dim sum that I used to like so much, I had to wait in line for a long time every time.

It's still hot.

"I remember Fukamachi-chan liked this very much," he said, putting the bag on the table, his smile still seemed to be as soft as before, "Li Ai eat it, it's not good for the stomach when it's cold." ”

He was dressed very thinly, not at all like the thickness of the season. I just came back from outside, but I was the same as me who had been nestled in the quilt.

Whether my stomach is good or not, what does it have to do with you.

I looked at him with a blank face.

No, you shouldn't think so.

In any case, the body is one's own, and only oneself will cherish it.

"I can't eat it."

I'll be honest.

He walked into the bathroom, where the sound of the faucet was turned on. Soon he came out after washing his hands, lifted the bag and sat behind me.

"Ahh

The shackles on his hands were cold.

The sound of metal clashing has become a daily routine.

I looked at the black nails on his pale hands and finally opened my mouth.

Not so long ago, they were blood-red.

January 6th

In the past few days, Mr. K has not gone out again, but is here to accompany me.

Probably "accompany".

I love to read, and it's pretty much my only pastime lately – he took my old phone, my computer, and gave me a new one.

It doesn't have the function of Twitter and LINE.,There are great restrictions on the web pages that can be accessed.,The address book only has the number of K Jun himself.。

It is worthy of being the first in the former department.

When he stayed here, I was still reading on my phone, and he held a few books that I didn't know if I bought or borrowed, and put them in front of me.

"These books are interesting."

He seemed to have some anticipation, expecting something I said.

It used to be a habit for us to recommend books to each other so often.

But I didn't say anything.

I looked at the book he had brought, jotted down the name, and pushed it aside.

Although the texture of e-books can never be compared to paper.

But I don't want to touch them.

January 10th

Mr. K received a phone call yesterday afternoon and left after that. I touched the place he had kissed on my forehead, then pulled the napkin next to me and wiped it a few times.

The stomach is churning.

Lunch or something, forget it.

Probably because I didn't eat, my body was a little weak.

So when I put myself in a wheelchair at night, I didn't hold it and fell to the ground.

It hurts.

I cried silently for a while, and when I couldn't reach the tissue, I simply wiped two handfuls with my sleeve.

It took a lot of effort to climb back up.

My whole body was shaking.

January 11th

Today I had a high fever.

The cause is probably an infection.

The wound on my foot didn't heal in the first place, after all, the tendons and veins were broken, and I wasn't the kind of monster that I had to grow slowly.

Infection or something, probably the cause of yesterday's fall.

Dizziness, pain.

The pain I didn't feel when I broke my hamstring seems to have been made up today.

I don't know where to put the medicine, and I don't have the strength to take it.

I'm afraid that if I fall this time, I won't be able to get up.

"Monsters."

I think about the appearance of K-kun, and even the voice of the curse is empty.

"I hate meows."

January 12th

It is estimated that if Mr. K comes back a day later, I will be a corpse.

But I don't want to die yet.

It's like I never intended to kill myself.

Obviously it has nothing to do with me, why should I pay with my life.

In the haze, he was drugged, dripped, and the towel on his forehead was changed over and over again.

I'm not surprised at all, with K-kun's ability to take care of people.

He has always been a meticulous person.

When he was still human.

January 15th

When the fever had completely subsided and the feeling of weakness had almost disappeared, I sat up from bed and felt like I was alive all over again.

Unfortunately, the situation has not changed at all.

If there is any change, it is that Mr. K is more prepared.

"Fukamachi-chan, I'm sorry."

He said.

"The wound heals smoothly and the chance of infection is only one ...... So I was negligent, sorry ......"

The retreated wound was smeared with new medicine, and the cold feeling was no longer the continuous pain that I had a few days ago.

But the pain is still there.

"Soon, I'll make a new wheelchair for Fukamachi-chan so I won't fall again."

He said.

"But don't let your foot heal, because I know you're going to run away."

Yes, I will run away.

Even without legs.

Even if death.

Don't, either, here.

January 16th

Today I almost managed to send a message asking for help.

Almost it means, failed.

It took me half a month to try to modify the settings of my phone, and I sent it out when Mr. K went out again, but it still failed.

Looking at the text message on my phone, I knew that even if I missed the slightest bit, there would be only one result.

[Fukamachi, this is the second time.]

I was disappointed. ]

January 17th

"Fukamachi, what else am I going to do if I break your hamstrings, lock you up, and still make you want to escape?"

I was held in my arms by Mr. K, and my chains fell on the bed. Instead, something bright red, sticking out from his back, wrapping around my limbs.

Cold, soft, sharp, hard, something that emerges from the body.

He told me about something called "Katsuko" himself.

Something that broke my hamstrings and robbed me of my freedom.

I never understood how I provoked him.

It's like I don't want to understand how the once gentle K gentleman became what he is now.

He said it was because he had always liked me.

It's just that at that time he was introverted and timid, and he didn't dare to confess.

And now, he is not afraid of rejection.

It's just ...... Amusing.

The pupil of K-kun's left eye is bright red, wrapped in the white of the black eye. I don't know if it's obsession or something else inside, it's strong enough to suffocate to death.

"Leave me alone......" I pleaded as Katsuko slid off her wrist and eventually lost control, "I'm going to die...... If I continue like this, I'm really going to die......"

The cold feeling made a thin line on the wrist, oozing blood.

He sighed and eventually moved Katsuko down and tore my skirt open.

"Okay." He said, "Let you go, and next time, I'll just gouge out your eyes." ”

"Fukamachi-chan, who can't see anything, can only rely on me, right?"

The author has something to say:

When I look at the various same people of the blackened brother Yan,The heroine or was confessed by platinum.,Because she has a good impression, she half-pushed and half-agreed very happily.

So I wondered if someone looked confused and didn't agree, and then he was imprisoned...... What will happen

And I thought about writing a Stockholm heroine before

So I wrote it, probably not a few chapters

But my attitude and love for the male god are the same! The idiot is my real body! (Hey.)

10

January 1

The first day of the new year.

I bought a New Year's calendar the other day, and it's Fukamachi-chan's favorite color.

Almost twenty days have passed since I lived with her.

I'm happy and I know she's happy too.

Although she never refused to admit it.

January 3rd

Not long ago, Mr. Abbot had new news about the underground restaurant we had been searching.

After several days of continuous tracking, some progress was finally made.

I haven't been to see Fukamachi for a few days, so I don't know if she's rested well and how her wound is recovering.

It should be good, after all, she has never been someone who is willing to treat herself badly.

I stopped when I passed by one of her favorite dim sum shops.

From the time we first met, I knew she loved the dim sum at this shop.

Because every time I walk here after school, I can see her queuing up here to buy.

It often takes a long time.

One of her boyfriends gave her three months of perseverance before she agreed to the relationship.

…… Ah, I think of the things that make people unhappy again.

I picked a few of her favorites and sped back.

It's a little cold, and the dim sum will cool down if you leave it outside for a longer time.

"I remember Fukamachi-chan likes this very much, come and eat it, it's not good for your stomach when it's cold."

I deliberately put the snack on the table and told her so.

She sat there, her hands chained and her feet weak, like a Kafka doll.

What do you want?

What do you crave?

"I can't eat it."

She said.

From black. The special chains purchased by the city are enough to deal with S-class mews. It wasn't really necessary to use it on her, but I chose it anyway – it would make me feel safe.

I examined the wound on her foot and made sure it wasn't cracked or something else.

I made it with my own hands.

All of her current situation was achieved by my own hands.

She's mine.

January 6th

When I read an interesting book, I habitually wanted to give it to her.

It's been a habit for years, after all, our first conversation was about books.

I clearly remember that it was when I was in high school, Gao Yuquan's early and middle works - "Falling into the Box".

She was very fond of Gao Yingquan, even before me.

I once saw that the cover of the book "To Kafka" in her collection had traces of Gao Yuquan's first autograph, which was given to the first 100 readers who bought it when it was first sold.

It was first released seven years ago, when she was still an unknown author.