Is this called love? (Part 2) - Chapter 3

"....."

"....."

Now that she was a bit calmer than before, I decided that it was the right time to explain everything to her.

"Now then... Before I explain to you what I know, do you actually remember how you got here?" I asked, my eyes looking at her worried, startled gaze.

"....."

She seemed to be thinking about my question a bit before looking back into her own warm milkshake, which she was using as warm comfort between the palms of her hands.

"....I ...I don't know…" 

"What was the last thing you remember before coming here?" I asked once again.

Maybe the last thing she remembers can be a clue to how she got here. If that clue explains how she got here, maybe it will help us get out of here.

"...I w-was having breakfast with my parents... and then when I was on my way to school... suddenly, everything became d-dark." Her hands were still shaking as she was telling her story.

"Became dark?" 

Did she faint from something? Or was she not able to see how she was transported into this dimension?

"...y-yes." 

Her trembling voice continued to respond, her body shivering again at the thought of recalling what had happened until now.

"....and then, I saw you approaching me, and then, and,...hic" Tears started to roll down her cheeks as she remembered what happened to her.

I wasn't sure how to calm her down from this. My best effort was already the milkshake with its natural effects.

"hic...p-please-hic, let me go home." She begged with her eyes filled with tears as she looked desperate about this situation.

It appears that up until the moment she was brought here, she was having a fully regular day. Until she was suddenly abducted into this dimension, and the next thing she knew, I was raping her. 

"I already told you that I can't." I attempted to explain to her.

"...hic….."

"I'm in the same position as you here. I have been trapped here for thousands of years without talking to anyone other than myself."

And as she was listening to part of my situation, she sniffed away before looking at me in worry.

"T-thousand years? Hic" 

Each time she looked at me, it made me want to do even more lewd things to her. I don't know if this was love, but I didn't want to stay alone anymore! Her coming into this dimension was the best thing that has happened to me ever since I was trapped in here.

I don't want her to hate me. I want her to feel the same way as I do.

"...."

"...hic…."

Oh, right, I still don't know her name.

"What is your name?" I attempted to break the silence once again.

"....."

She fell silent, her thoughts seemingly lost in contemplation. She knew that the person asking for her name was the one who had done all those awful things. However, in this kind of situation, none of us has any other choice but to get to know each other.

"...My name…. is hic, Aoi…" she finally spoke, her voice quivering slightly.

Aoi? Aoi… Aoi. Aoi! Aoi! 

That's a cute name. It was a name that resonated, a sweet syllable that felt like honey on the lips.

"Aoi…" 

I said her name again, this time louder, and she turned her gaze towards me upon hearing her name.

"It's a cute name." I tried to compliment her while showing a smile on my face.

But as a result, she looked on her side with a sad, yet hopelessness expression.

Why did she react like that? I thought that girls liked compliments.

"...."

"..."

"By the way, where do you come from, Aoi?" I prompted, seeking to dispel the silence that lingered between us.

"Um... Japan," she replied softly, her voice carrying a calming tone.

"...um... from Japan…" She answered in a low, trembeling voice.

Japan? I think that's from the world I came from! And wait, am I speaking Japanese right now, or is she speaking my language?

I will ask her later about this…

But for the moment, I noticed how she was slightly trembling from having her legs exposed like that. 

Even though the temperature here is balanced, I don't want her to stay like that. That's why I grabbed a jacket that I got from the other room, and gently put it over her shoulder to cover most of her body.

"....."

Her body twitched at my gesture, but she eventually settled, averting her gaze from me.

"....."

But I won't lie…. That reactions of hers kind of hurts.

"Don't worry, I don't plan on hurting you." I said to her as I sat back on my couch.

But despite what I said, she didn't seem convinced.

She might open up to me if I demonstrate to her that I have no intention of hurting her.

"Can you tell me how your daily life was before coming here?" 

Asking simple questions might make her feel comfortable with me if she decides to respond back.

"...w-why do you want to know that?" 

She responded as if I was planning on using her personal information as a way to manipulate her. 

But that wasn't my intention.

"Well, I don't have much to do here, so I was curious to know your story." I showed her a smile as I said that to her.

"..…" 

She started thinking for a bit. Her face was uncertain, and she clearly didn't want to stay in the same place as the one who raped her. But seeing the situation she was in, she had no other choice.

"I mentioned this before. I don't know how to get out of this place, so we might be stuck together for a long time. That's why we should open up to each other a bit."

If we don't figure out why we're stuck in this place, then she should figure out that we're going to be spending a long time together. And having a silent relationship between us was something that I didn't want. 

However, the way I formed my words seemed to shock her to the point where her face became pale white.

"...n-no way…" Her eyes widened once again as tears rolled down her cute, rose-colored cheeks.

Fuck! I shouldn't have mentioned that.

"Oh, but don't worry! I'll definitely help you get out of here!"

I tried to make her feel better by mentioning that both of us have the same goal in this place. Maybe that way, we can get closer as we figure out a way out of this cursed land. If not, we can get along as our hope of escaping the inescapable land slowly disappears. 

It's basically a win-win situation for both of us.

"...."

However, my words seemed to fall short as she stared dejectedly at her milkshake. Silent tears fell, dampening the floor beneath her. She appeared wounded and isolated, a sense of hopelessness emanating from her gaze, as if the prospect of escape were slipping further away.

"That's why we should work together, so one day we can get out of here. But we won't be able to do anything if we don't cooperate with one another, so how about you tell me your life story? Like, did you have a sister, a brother, a close friend, or maybe even a boyfriend?"

"...."

She remained silent, defeated, and heartbroken. Nothing seemed to make her feel better. But as she was listening to my suggestion, she knew that there was some truth to my words.