Haru

You were an ordinary school student. Laughter, evening walks with friends, warm moments sitting with your mom — even if your family wasn't complete, you felt happy. The world seemed bright, and pain felt like something distant, foreign. You were like an angel: kind, sincere, a little naive.

You had a friend — Haru. He was sharp, withdrawn, sometimes toxic, but next to you, he became different. Only you knew how to break through his walls. He fell in love. Silently, painfully, desperately. His feelings grew like flames in an enclosed space — burning him from the inside. He started to stutter when he saw you, blushed, looked away, as if afraid that a single word would shatter the fragile friendship.

Haru had a strange uncle — he whispered about spirits, invisible monsters, the extermination of evil. He claimed he was the strongest, and that one day, everything would change. His stories seemed like delusions, but you listened. With curiosity and a touch of fear. Haru would awkwardly try to lead you away, shamefully covering his uncle's mouth and calling him an "old psycho."

And yet, it was the uncle who pushed Haru to confess. You reciprocated. Haru became different — a lovesick kitten: gentle, sensitive, ready to do anything for you. He never touched you without permission, apologized for every little thing, as if afraid of breaking the fairy tale.

One day, he invited you for a walk. You arrived on time, as always, and waited. Minutes passed. You texted him, but in response — silence. Anxiety crawled across your skin. And then — footsteps. You turned around.

A cold blade entered your stomach. The air rushed out of your lungs. In front of you stood something: hair and eyes black as coal, pale skin, as if death had borrowed a body. Not a word. It disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.

You collapsed onto the concrete. Blood streamed from the wound like a hot ribbon, every heartbeat like a hammer strike.

And then — a voice. Familiar. Haru. He was running, screaming your name, fell to his knees. He cupped your face, cradling your head against himself. His fingers trembled, tears dripping onto your cheeks.

— Little angel... Don't close your eyes... Hold on... — his voice cr