Horse Girl, Your Friend is Fighting Her Way Out of the Horse Racing Track

But why does my chest still feel a little tight?

The image of Ennis's somewhat lost gaze as he left, and Naritaji's worried expression, flashed uncontrollably through my mind.

"...What a complete idiot."

Poetry and wine murmured softly in the empty room.

I don't know who they're talking about.

Anyway, it's not about some black-haired horse girl who drove herself into a corner by refusing kindness.

'Is what Godolphin said in Arabia true...?'

She stared blankly, her gaze slowly moving downwards until it finally landed on the poorly presented tuna rice ball.

'I……'

There was a long silence.

The black-haired girl slowly propped herself up on her elbows and leaned against the headboard.

She tore open the slightly damaged plastic packaging and took a bite of the completely cold rice ball.

The seaweed was limp, and the rice grains were somewhat hard.

The poetry and wine were simply consumed in silence.

after a while.

He swallowed the last bite of rice ball mixed with bits of tuna with difficulty.

The meager warmth from the food did not revive the spirits of poetry and wine; instead, it drained the last vestiges of clarity from the brain.

As the feeling of fullness increased, a deep sense of fatigue began to spread throughout my body.

"..."

She didn't even have the strength to throw the wrapper into the trash can.

The black-haired girl weakly let go of her hand, letting the plastic sheet fall onto the bedside table.

Her eyelids felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead. Following her body's instincts, she slid little by little into the depths of the clean white bedding and curled up.

His breathing gradually became long and even.

The smell of disinfectant in the infirmary, the occasional birdsong outside the window, and the aches and pains in my body gradually faded away as my consciousness sank.

The black-haired girl was completely plunged into darkness.

I don't know how much time passed; maybe a few minutes, maybe a few hours.

When the consciousness of poetry and wine finally coalesced again, she found herself no longer in that infirmary filled with the smell of medicine.

There was no white ceiling, nor was there any glaring morning light.

Beneath my feet was a soft grassy field.

Above them stretched a vast, deep, and dazzling starry sky, free from any urban light pollution.

'Dream?'

With strong willpower, poetry and wine retained a sliver of clear awareness in the dream.

She stared coldly at this false sky, her heart unmoved.

After all, for someone who has just gone through a lot, having a strange dream is really not a big deal.

Just as she was about to close her eyes and let the dream fade away, a soft footstep came from behind her.

"You're awake."

A young girl's voice, filled with undisguised kindness and curiosity, reached my ears.

Poetry and wine have come back to haunt us.

Standing in front of her was a little pony who looked very young.

She had soft, short brown hair and eyes as clear as violets.

She was wearing a smaller version of the Treson Academy uniform, like a student in the elementary school at Treson Academy.

Upon seeing those purple eyes, Shi Yujiu was momentarily stunned.

In her memory, there weren't many horse girls with this hair and eye color at Treson Academy.

And she only knew one horse girl like that.

He admires Orihime.

However, the look in his eyes when he loved Orihime was even more suppressed, as if he were carrying some strange guilt.

But the eyes of the little horse girl in front of me had only pure light, and she seemed to be more spirited than the one who admired Orihime.

Main character: Chapter 262 A First-Magnitude Star Shining in the Night Sky

"There's no need to be so wary."

Little Horse Girl seemed to sense Poetry and Wine's subconscious wariness.

She playfully put her hands behind her back, tilted her head, and the horse ears on her head swayed slightly.

"I just happened to take advantage of this starlight to come and see a soul that shares the same aura as me."

"The same aura?"

The sounds of poetry and wine remained indifferent in my dreams, but they seemed much calmer now that my frail body was no longer a burden.

"Ah."

Little Horse Girl nodded, raised her hand, and pointed to the dazzling starry sky above, the light of the Milky Way reflected in her purple eyes.

“You and your sister are so alike. You both have a fire in your heart that longs for warmth, but you insist on locking yourselves in a cold shell.”

"I'm afraid that I might accidentally burn someone, or... that someone might see through my weakness."

Poetry and Wine frowned slightly.

It's not a pleasant feeling to be judged casually by a complete stranger.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Poetry and wine were crossed over her chest, and she was coldly interrupted.

"I need your help."

Little Horse Girl withdrew her gaze from the starry sky and stared intently into the eyes of Poetry and Wine.

Her eyes held a calmness that was completely at odds with her youthful appearance.

"In this academy, there is a complete idiot."

"She always liked to climb to the rooftop alone late at night to look at the stars; she always stubbornly bought two identical cakes for her birthday; she always felt..."

“If I don’t win all the victories, if I don’t bear double the pain, the other departing soul will completely lose its meaning of existence.”

Little Horse's mother's voice gradually lowered, and the smile on her face turned somewhat bitter.

“She forcibly placed a weight on herself that she should not have had to bear, along with the so-called ‘atonement’.”

"To maintain this unreasonable punishment, she had become accustomed to walking alone in the dark without even streetlights."

"It's too heavy. Running like that... it's really too lonely."

Little Horse Girl took a step forward and gently touched the back of Poetry and Wine's hand with her fingers.

"But I couldn't run with her. I couldn't even touch her. I could only stay on a distant star and watch her torture herself."

The little horse girl raised her head, her purple eyes flashing with a pleading look.

"But you are different; you and she are the same kind of people."

"You and I are so alike, only you can truly save her."

"so……"

The little horse's body began to radiate tiny specks of light from its edges, like stardust about to dissipate, drifting upwards little by little.

"If one day, on the racetrack or under the starry night sky, you encounter a horse girl with brown hair and purple eyes just like me..."

The light began to dissipate more rapidly, and her voice became ethereal.

"Could you please give her a little push?"

“You don’t need to do anything, just tell her ‘you’re not running for some empty shadow,’ and that’s enough.”

"If possible, I would like to ask you to temporarily become her sister."

"That way, I can too..."

The light grew brighter and brighter, gradually engulfing her petite figure. The light became extremely dazzling in the dream.

The girl's voice began to become indistinct, just like her face and figure.

"Wait a moment--"

Poetry and wine unconsciously reached out, trying to grasp the fading light.

"Don't impose your last wishes on others..."

However, as the black-haired girl clenched her fists, all she touched was emptiness.

Poetry and wine are both things you can't grasp.

She could only watch helplessly as the brilliant starry sky above her was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks, like a mirror that had been struck by a heavy object.

"Please, 'me' from another world."

With a final, slightly amused murmur, the entire space shattered with a deafening roar.

"call--!"

Poetry and Wine gasped sharply and opened their eyes wide.

After a brief period of blurring, the field of vision refocused.

There were no stars or grass, only the white ceiling of the infirmary.

The afternoon sunlight slanted in through the half-drawn curtains, casting dazzling spots of light on the wood-grained floor.

Tiny dust particles in the air tumbled slowly within the beam of light.

The ward was so quiet that the only sound was the ticking of the second hand on the wall clock.

Poetry and wine remained frozen in the pose of reaching out into the air for a few seconds.

Then, she slowly withdrew her hand and pressed hard on her temples, which were throbbing slightly.

When my fingertips touched my forehead, I felt a cold, sticky sensation.

Before she knew it, she was covered in a cold sweat. The hospital gown she had just warmed up was now damp and stuck to her back, making her very uncomfortable.

"Why should I..."

Recalling the brown-haired pony girl's self-imposed instructions in the dream, Poetry and Wine muttered something under their breath, feeling somewhat lost.

Twins, the deceased younger sister, brown hair, violet eyes, and a degree of self-destructive tendency...

There is no doubt that he admires Orihime.

Poetry and wine lingered in somewhat melancholic recollections.

"You look a lot like her."

The girl who always looked at the stars once said this.

"My sister who could never be born..."

Although Shi and Jiu were somewhat concerned about this phrase at the time, they admired Orihime but never explained it to her. Given Shi and Jiu's personality, it was even less likely that they would ask her for the specific meaning.

Looking back now, we can only understand a part of the relationship between poetry and wine.

That brown-haired girl probably never considered poetry and wine as separate entities.

What she saw was merely a shape projected onto a space that would forever remain empty in the depths of her heart.

Is this desire for atonement because he feels he caused his sister's death?