[Psychologist × forensic pathologist | Healing each other | Secret crush becomes mutual love]
I was born able to hear people’s thoughts, but the only one I couldn’t hear was the icy forensic pathologist next door.
I thought his mind was completely empty, until, in the middle of a case, when life and death hung in the balance, he grabbed my hand tightly
In an instant, a deafening voice flooded my mind:
“I won’t let go.”
“If she falls, I’ll jump after her.”
“I love her. I love her so much.”
Later, I learned that he had engraved my name on a pen and learned to make the desserts I wanted to eat.
The barrier that shut out everything had cracked open just for me.
And when I could finally hear him at any time, he asked me, eyes red:
“Now, would you still choose me? Even if I’m no longer special?”
