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The computer screen was dark, and the latest soap opera was playing in the living room.
He stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself.
That long hair was gone, replaced by a clean and neat buzz cut.
The Demon Slayer Corps' uniforms and haori disappeared, replaced by a set of pajamas printed with cartoon patterns.
"This... is impossible..."
Ryosuke covered his head, trying to dispel this absurd illusion.
"Was everything I experienced just a dream?"
A tremendous sense of emptiness and loss gripped him.
If it was all a dream, then what about the characters' fates he rewrote, those mundane daily moments...?
Are they all fake?!
Ryosuke called out instinctively, with a sliver of last hope.
There was no response; my mind was completely silent.
That annoying voice didn't ring out.
The last straw seemed to have sunk.
Just then, a familiar voice made his heart stop.
"Time to eat!"
Chapter 118 Love you mom
Ryosuke walked out of the room.
A middle-aged woman wearing an apron came out carrying food.
Her eyes were gentle, and her smile was radiant.
Ryosuke stood frozen in place, his body trembling violently.
At that moment, he seemed to have forgotten how to breathe, as if something was blocking his throat.
The figure that appeared countless times in his dreams brought tears to his eyes.
The woman put the food down and couldn't help but chuckle at his expression.
"What's wrong with you today, kid? Are you still half asleep? Or have you gotten into trouble again?"
A familiar scent, a tone tinged with affection and worry…
Ryosuke's voice choked with emotion.
His mother agreed, but seeing his strange expression, she moved even closer.
"What happened? Tell Mom."
Ryosuke did not answer, but embraced his mother.
In the instant he embraced his mother, Ryosuke's body seemed smaller and more childlike, as if he had returned to his teenage years.
His mother was taken aback by his sudden action, then chuckled and gently patted his back.
"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
Ryosuke remained silent, simply burying his head in the crook of her shoulder.
My mother didn't smell pleasant; it was a mixture of cooking fumes and laundry detergent, yet it was also the most comforting scent in the world.
No matter where you are, whether it's real or virtual...
It's so good to see you again.
His mother didn't ask any more questions. She simply hugged him back gently and patted his back softly, just like she did when he was a child, offering silent comfort.
It took Ryosuke quite a while to calm down.
"Alright, alright, let's eat quickly, the food is getting cold."
His mother pulled him to sit down at the dining table.
Ryosuke picked up his chopsticks and ate his meal in silence.
His mother kept piling food onto his plate, chattering about neighborhood gossip, complaining about the rising vegetable prices, and reminding him not to stay up late playing games...
Ryosuke responded to each question, occasionally interjecting with a few words.
The atmosphere was so warm it felt unreal.
"look at you."
His mother looked at him with a smile.
"You speak in such an old-fashioned way, as if you've lived alone for a long time. Haven't my daughter and I always been together?"
Ryosuke paused in his act of picking up food.
My mother and I have always lived together, relying on each other for survival.
But why...
I clearly remember that there were very important things to do.
Those names I should never forget, those vivid faces.
What exactly happened... and who are they?
The thought gets stuck in a quagmire; the harder you try to think about it, the more blurred it becomes.
A strong sense of weariness washed over me, accompanied by whispers.
Could something I can't remember be anything important? Isn't it good to live peacefully with my mother like this?
Yes...maybe it really doesn't matter.
Ryosuke shook his head, clearing his mind of his chaotic thoughts, and took the initiative to clear the dishes.
"Mom, I'll wash the dishes."
The mother was somewhat surprised: "Oh, you're so diligent today?"
Ryosuke didn't answer, and took his bowl and chopsticks into the kitchen.
After finishing the housework, Ryosuke lay down on his bed in his room and stared at the ceiling.
Perhaps I really was dreaming, an unrealistic dream.
Just then, the door was gently pushed open.
"Mom remembered she has something to do and needs to go out."
"okay……"
Ryosuke responded.
But the moment his mother turned around, his heart was gripped tightly.
An indescribable panic and sorrow swept over him, and tears welled up uncontrollably, instantly blurring his vision.
Wait...don't go!
This scene... feels like something I've experienced before!
Why...why am I crying? Why does my heart hurt so much? It feels like it's about to split open!
Ryosuke sat up abruptly.
The mother turned around in confusion: "What's wrong?"
Before he could even gather his thoughts, everything around him shattered like a broken mirror!
Ryosuke roared, feeling as if he had been thrown into a vortex.
The next moment, a chaotic cacophony of sounds filled my ears.
Ryosuke stood on the noisy street, surrounded by onlookers.
In the middle of the road, a familiar figure lay in a pool of blood.
"mom--!"
Ryosuke frantically pushed through the crowd and rushed in that direction.
No! This must not happen again! Absolutely not!
He suddenly reached out, his memory shattered, and grabbed his mother tightly as she was about to leave.
Those tragedies were as if they had never happened.
His mother was startled by his sudden action and the force he used.
"Be gentle! You're hurting Mommy."
Ryosuke's mouth was agape, his chest heaving.
He looked at his mother standing unharmed in front of him, and his breakdown subsided slightly, but he did not loosen his grip on her wrist.
He was afraid; he trembled.
That stems from the deepest part of the soul—the fear of losing again and being alone.
He didn't know where the fear came from, but it was so real, so intense.
His mother looked at his pale face and didn't ask any more questions.
She reached out her other hand and gently pulled Ryosuke into her arms.
"my child……"
My mother's voice was soft and gentle.
"It seems like you've experienced many things that your mother doesn't know, and you've carried a very heavy burden."
Ryosuke's body trembled.
"Mom doesn't know what's wrong with you, but Mom can see that you're very tired, you've been working so hard..."