I Became the Traitor in an Academy Story

Thick smoke hides a lot of things. Eyes, mouth, expressions, face. Everything that could give away my feelings to others. All those things that could let me know about someone else’s feelings.

The only thing I could hear was voices.

“Blanca… why… why…?”

The voice of someone who believes in me.

“Why is it… you…?”

The voice of someone who’s envious of me.

“What’s… all this…? What is it…? Why now…?”

The voice of someone I admire.

“Answer me…! Why is this happening!!”

The voice of someone I loathe.

“Blan…ca…? No way…? What… what’s going on…?”

The voice of someone who wants to blame me, but can’t.

And so, I was truly grateful.

“Playing pretend was fun.”