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

The black-haired girl's voice could be clearly heard in the quiet hall.

"If this continues..."

"So what?"

Ai Mu replied coldly, her tone clearly conveying a sense of resignation.

"It has nothing to do with you!"

"..."

Poetry and wine fell silent for a few seconds.

She looked up at the window on one side of the corridor.

Through the glass, you can see countless stars in the night sky, cold and distant.

Someone asked me to give you a hand.

Her voice carried a hint of weariness and irritability.

There is someone on a star who is always watching you.

The body of the woman who admired Orihime froze.

She suddenly raised her head, her purple eyes widening, and for the first time, emotions other than exhaustion and numbness appeared in them.

"What...what are you saying..."

"I do not know either."

Poetry and wine still gaze at the starry sky, their eyes filled with a hint of bewilderment.

"It was just a dream."

She paused, then her voice became even softer.

"Your survival is no accident."

Time stood still at this moment.

Only the faint hum of the emergency lights overhead and the breathing of the two people echoed in the silent space.

A long time passed.

Just when poetry and wine thought the other would no longer speak—

Orihime, who admired him, suddenly smiled.

She gave a desperate smile.

The brown-haired girl's purple eyes were filled with a look of confusion.

"You don't understand anything."

She lowered her head, her purple eyes hidden by her messy bangs, and her voice was filled with exhaustion.

"You don't know that weight."

"You don't know what will happen if we stop."

"Ah."

Poetry and Wine nodded, readily admitting it.

"do not know."

She withdrew her gaze and refocused her attention on Orihime, whom she admired.

"but……"

She paused for a moment, as if organizing her thoughts.

For someone who is not good with words, it is difficult to say anything at this time.

"If this continues..."

Her fingers were clenched into fists in her pocket.

"You'll break first."

"..."

"If you really want to run for someone."

The voices of poetry and wine remain indifferent, yet they carry a strange tenderness.

"Then live well. Stand on the track."

"Instead of choosing to torture yourself here."

The shoulders of the woman who admired Orihime trembled slightly.

"Do you think I don't want to?"

Her voice became even hoarser, with obvious sobs.

Protagonist: Chapter 272 Uneasiness

"But if I don't do this, I'll forget..."

"I'll forget...her weight..."

"I won't forget."

Poetry and wine interrupted her.

This time, her tone carried a rare hint of firmness.

"That kind of thing..."

She raised her hand and placed it on her chest, a hint of emotion appearing in her dark eyes for the first time.

"It will always be here."

"There is no need to use pain to confirm it."

I don't know what influenced him, but the last string that was holding Orihime in his heart was snapped by his words about poetry and wine.

Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

The brown-haired girl bit her lip, desperately trying to suppress her sobs, but ultimately broke down.

She lowered her head, covered her face with her hands, her shoulders convulsing violently as she cried out in pain.

The emotions that had been suppressed for too long finally found an outlet at this moment.

Poetry and Wine stood still, silently watching the girl who had finally shed her disguise.

Her fingers were clenched into fists in her pocket.

My fingernails dug deep into my palm, causing a sharp pain.

She didn't like this feeling.

Being swayed by other people's emotions caused a dull ache in her chest, and she wanted to escape and retreat into a safe haven.

But she remained standing there, motionless.

The black-haired girl chose to stand there, keeping this stranger company through the long night.

A long time passed.

The crying gradually subsided.

Ai Mu Orihime looked up at Shi and Jiu. Her eyes were a little red and swollen, and her face was still covered with tear stains and bloodstains, but her eyes were much clearer than before.

"What's your name?"

She asked with unusual seriousness.

"Poetry and wine."

"Poetry and wine..."

He admired Orihime and repeated the name, then gave a bitter smile.

"Ha, what a strange name..."

"Ah."

Poetry and Wine turned around and walked towards the stairs. The black-haired girl's current state was somewhat strange.

She needs to leave.

just now.

immediately.

If she stayed any longer, she didn't know if she would...

"Don't collapse in a place like this."

She stopped at the top of the stairs, her back to Orihime, and left with her last words.

"You are not running for a mere shadow."

Then he took a step and disappeared into the shadows.

Only the lonely figure of Orihime, who adored him, remained, sitting in the empty hall.

Ai Musou looked up and gazed through the window at the several unusually bright stars in the night sky.

Gemini.

The two stars, nestled close together, shimmered softly against the deep blue sky.

"I see."

She said softly.

"……younger sister"

"I will live well."

……

Second floor corridor.

Poetry and wine lean against the wall, clutching their chests.

My heart was beating very fast, which was a little scary.

"trouble."

She said in a low voice, her tone clearly irritated.

The black-haired girl's fingers trembled uncontrollably, and her breathing became erratic.

A feeling of being out of control surged up like a tidal wave, almost overwhelming her.

Poetry and wine leaned wearily against the cold wall, eyes closed, waiting for the inexplicable emotions to slowly subside.

The emergency lights overhead emitted a faint green glow.

I don't know how much time passed, but my heartbeat finally slowed down, and my breathing finally returned to normal.

Poetry and Wine opened their eyes and pushed open the door to their room.

The room remained deserted. She walked to the bedside, took off her hoodie, and lay back down in bed.

The cool blanket pressed against my skin, bringing a chill.

'I admire Orihime…'

She thought to herself silently and closed her eyes.

I don't like Geminis.

This time she finally fell asleep.

There were no ghosts, no stars, and no one in the dream, only a quiet darkness.

……

The next day