Kneeling and begging to live past the age of 18

A conversation came to an end in Miki Nozomi's will, even dissipating all of Fugo's rebuttals into the air.

In such calm words, under such serious eyes, even though there was agitation in his heart that seemed to be able to tear the sky apart, in reality he couldn't even say a word.

Soon it was time to sleep.After saying good night to Fuge, Miki Nozomi lay on the bed after washing, but couldn't fall asleep.

She knew that her body needed to rest, but her spirit was abnormally lucid as if she had a premonition of something.

Time passed little by little, and even came to the middle of the night.Finally, Nozomi got up and got out of bed, quietly opened the door, and came to the living room on the first floor.

Under the deliberately dim lamp, she found the photo album in the cabinet, and sat on the sofa, flipping through the pages.

Arranged according to the time when the photos were taken, the first page of the album is Naranja and Giorno when they were young.

When Aunt Avelina was still there, a Christmas photo of everyone was taken at Naranja's house. In it, Naranja looked up like a little adult, with pure joy in his eyes.

Thinking of the Naranja who always wanted to be his cousin, Miki Nozomi couldn't help but hook her lips.

At that time, the other party would never have imagined that now he would act like a "cousin" "cousin" every day, right?

Smiling inwardly, she looked at the second picture.

It's Giorno's.

The black-haired Qiao Luno, who was still a small mushroom head, looked at the camera unnaturally. The background was a Christmas tree with colored lights, which reflected the colorful surroundings of the little Qiao Luno who took a picture of himself alone for the first time.

Oh, it's really cute.

"Da da--"

Footsteps sounded in the stairwell, even a little louder on purpose.Fuge in pajamas went down the stairs and soon came to Miki Nozomi's side.

"It's Fugo."

Without asking if the other party was insomnia, Miki Nozomi patted the place next to him and extended an invitation.

"Want to take a look together?"

There was a pause in time for a few seconds, the endless night outside the window, and a small group of lights in the house seemed to be crumbling, like a tiny hope fluttering in the cold wind.

Like a silent traveler trudging among them, Fugo sat next to Miki Nozomi without even making a sound.

"Look, this is a previous photo of Naranja and Giorno."

Like a parent showing off his children, Nozomi moved the photo album to the left where Fuge was, and the smile on his face was very soft under the light.

"This one was taken when Naranja went to school for the first time when she was a child."

Aunt Evelina specially sent it to herself, and even the content of the letter was teasing.

"It looked very unhappy because he didn't want to go to school and was even throwing a tantrum."

But it is said that after making friends in school the next day, it will not be awkward.

"Ah."

Although the light is not very clear, people can still see the content of the photo clearly, Fuge responded in a low voice, and his gaze shifted from the photo to Nozomi Miki.

Under the dim light, her brown eyes reflected the light, giving an almost golden illusion. She stared down at the photos in the album, her brows and eyes were soft, and there was a genuine gentle smile in her eyes.

It makes people feel peaceful, but also makes people feel uneasy.

"I took this picture for Giorno, and it was also at the school gate. Giorno is very good, and I'm always afraid that he will be bullied at school."

A finger that was almost white in color pointed to the other adjacent photo. The boy in the photo was obviously no stranger to being photographed, and even his gaze was staring straight at the camera.

Fugo had an idea in an instant.

Is what he is looking at the camera, or the person behind the camera?

In the voice of countless treasures, as the album is flipped through little by little, the process inside is gradually speeding up, confirming the time that has passed and freezing the past.

Later, Fugo even sees himself in it.

"It's Christmas. It was too abrupt to ask for a photo the first time, but it's very logical the second time."

Pointing at Fuge in the photo, Nozomi Miki spoke lightly.

"Fuge wearing a Christmas hat is really cute, but it's a pity that there is no pajamas for a photo, because the pajamas prepared are very cute, and it's a pity that there are no photos."

It looks like pajamas prepared for Fuge, with cute pajamas printed with strawberry patterns on it. Although it looks full of girlish hearts, it unexpectedly suits him.

The light of dawn rises from the horizon, they pass through the clouds and fall to the earth, piercing the endless night.

Fugo finally uttered the first long sentence.

"We can shoot when they come back."

His hand covered Miki Nozomi's hand flipping through the photo album. The left side of the photo album under his hand was a photo, and the right side was a blank space waiting to be filled.

There was difficulty in Fugo's voice.

"When everyone comes back, you can take as many pictures as you want."

Neither he nor Bugarati, nor even Apache would refuse.

No one will refuse.

Fogg got an answer.

"That would be great."

She said so, with regret and expectation in her eyes, repeating.

"It would be nice to see it again."

But how could it be so simple?Defeating a powerful mafia boss is not an easy task.

She didn't have a few days left, so she really couldn't see it.

"So why exactly?"

Finally, Fugo couldn't bear to ask this question again.

"Since you want to, just settle that matter, obviously you don't want to either!"

Obviously want to live, obviously so nostalgic, why don't you want to explain?

"Because there are always things that people want to keep secret."

Closed the photo album and put it on the coffee table, Miki Nozomi stared at each other.

"Speaking of which, if I wanted Fugo to leave now, wouldn't Fugo leave just like that?"

"impossible."

There wasn't even the slightest hesitation in Fugo's voice.

"Will it hurt?"

"will not."

"It will be very uncomfortable."

"Since I know you, don't worry about it!"

"I see."

Miki Nozomi nodded, but did not reply, just found out a pen and paper, and wrote down the words [Suicide Note] squarely.

Fuge only felt that his brain was getting more and more painful, which made him more anxious, but he had to restrain it.

"What is there to explain?"

The culprit leaned on his face and muttered to himself.

"Naranja and Giorno know about the family affairs. It seems that there is nothing special to ask. If it is comfort..."

She paused, then turned to look at Fugo.

"Will it make them more angry?"

She has always died when she died, and it is impossible to know what will happen to her after she dies, so there is no way to know this kind of thing, it is all the experience gained from seeing other people's things in daily life,

"What do you say?"

If it weren't for the fact that the person in front of him was Miki Xifuge, he would have wished to be coerced by force.

"I'm going to be mad at you to death!"

It can't be bombed, and it doesn't cooperate with anything. Even when he wants to use force to drag someone to the hospital, the other party will make him unable to do it.

It makes people extremely angry.

"Then you need to think about it."

Turning a blind eye to the second half of Fuge's sentence, Miki Nozomi put down his pen and made a decision.

"However, if there are no accidents, there should be a few days left, and you should be able to think about it..."

In the middle of speaking, her voice suddenly froze.

On the side of the guard, something happened.

"what happened?"

It was Miki Nozomi who answered Fugo with a regretful sigh.

"I may not be able to write a suicide note."

I thought I would have more time to do something, but now...

Sure enough, you can't take chances.

"what happened?"

Fuge frowned tightly, and even quickly stood up and grabbed Miki Nozomi's arm.

"'Accident' came."

Fuge's pupils constricted suddenly, he stood up vigilantly and quickly glanced around, but found nothing.

He wanted to do something, but because of the invisible "accident" that the other party said, he couldn't take any effective actions at all.

"There is no danger, and there is no danger here. Can Fugo sit here first?"

As always, a soft voice came from behind, Fuge lowered his head, and looked at Miki Nozomi's calm, indifferent and even comforting eyes with urgent vigilant and restless purple eyes.

The extreme contrast made Fuge calm down for a moment, followed by the coolness like being in the cold wind.

Stiff, almost like a controlled puppet, Fugo sat down on the sofa again.

"I'm sorry to make you face this kind of thing."

This was the first sentence he heard.

"But I have to say that having someone I know by my side at this moment really reassures me a lot."

Last time, the last time, it was just a stranger or only myself.

Lucky this time, isn't it?

This is the second sentence he heard.

"Thank you, Fogg."

The voice was close to a murmur, and Fugo felt something falling on his shoulders, and even the weight was frighteningly light.

"terribly sorry."

She used to say the words of apology again, but at this moment, Fugo didn't even know who she was apologizing to.

Is it himself?Or is it because of the regret of not having time to leave the so-called suicide note?Or an apology to Naranja and Giorno who were left behind?

Fuge suddenly lowered his head to look at the other party, but only had time to hear Miki Nozomi's barely audible tiny voice.

"Please forgive me."

Fugo, Naranja, Giorno.

Sure enough, it's best not to know the truth, right?Think about the fact that you are already very angry now, so don't know about things that will make you even more angry.

They are all teenagers. In the future, they will meet better people.

She raised the corners of her lips to reveal a gentle smile as usual, and even those brown eyes reflected the brilliance of the sun, making people seem to be shrouded in that light in a trance.

However, the next second, the sun went out.

Even the last of the afterglow gradually dissipated in the purple, reflecting light of the sea.

Staring almost blankly at Miki Nozomi who was lying on his shoulder, as if he was just in a dream, Fuge raised his hand to touch the other person's cheek, but trembling, he dared not approach.

"So, what's going on?"

He murmured out this question that he had asked countless times in the past two days, but he never got the slightest answer.

For no reason, he said "I'm going to die", and for some reason, he closed his eyes now, and gave him an inexplicable apology.

But who wants to hear sorry?

Pulse, breathing, heartbeat...all of them represent the disappearance of the person around them.

What should I do at this time?

Fugo sat on the sofa blankly, maintaining his original movements, but the weight on his shoulders was getting heavier every second than the last, almost oppressing him to the point of being out of breath.

Fuge knew what he should do, but it seemed like he couldn't control his body, he just sat here and supported the people beside him.

Sanity: she's dead.

Emotion: She just fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, suddenly, a voice sounded.

It's the phone on the coffee table.

Fugo turned his stiff neck to look there, and the name displayed on the screen was reflected in his absent-minded eyes.

— Naranja.

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