"It's good. I am telling the truth."

I went upstairs as I spoke.

I, who had been standing for too long, felt that my legs went numb and that I couldn't even bend my legs with ease.

Arriving upstairs, I lay on my bed, looked at the ceiling in a daze, and muttered to myself over and over again, "I've planned to break up with him a long time ago. Since he said it, it's good. I don't have to think about how to raise it to him."

"He doesn't have to be worried about me. See? I ran into that kind of thing on the street that day without...