In high school, I met a boy.
One day, for some reason, he got beaten up. He sat alone on the sports field, looking so pitiful.
So I bought a bunch of medicine for his injuries and helped him apply it. We did it quietly, without saying a word. Later, he became my boyfriend. But he would never know that I was the one who had someone beat him up.
-- Sakurajima Mai, written on New Year's Day in the ICU.
I couldn't understand. What had I done to make her treat me like this?
Cao Yang lay in his hospital bed while Sakurajima Mai sat on the bedside chair, writing away with great enthusiasm in her diary about her devoted admirers.
Tamako, Shoko, Sakura... Someone, anyone, please come save me!
(Friends, I'm back again!
