Category: Imperfect Girl
IG Part 14
14 Ultimately, U led me to a private residence. I won’t deny that I was taken aback by that. Now, I know it’s me we’re talking about, but I could still separate fantasy from reality back then (if anything, my ability to do so has only gotten worse now), so I wasn’t indulging in delusions…
IG Part 13
13 Now, when I say polite, I of course mean for a child. She didn’t have the practiced social lubricant of a salaryman. It was the kind of politeness that felt contrived, like she was playing house or something. It didn’t sound like it came naturally. But this was at a time where the social…
IG Part 12
12 If I were writing a novel and had a protagonist faced with a knife, then I’m certain that I and any other author would follow up by having the main character disarm the threat and prevent any further violence. But that’s quite difficult to manage in the real world. A person with a knife…
IG Part 11
11 The girl was hiding under my desk. I suppose that statement begs a description of my furniture. I’ve changed desk types now, although I’ve used the exact same style of work desk ever since that change (my work isn’t the only consistent routine). The desk in my apartment back then, however, was the same…
IG Part 10
10 Even ten years ago, I knew about the concept of people that would steal from someone while pretending to fuss over them, but it wasn’t like I would naturally assume I was the victim of such a case. Given that I never even considered the possibility, I suppose I just used to be less…
IG Part 9
9 I don’t think I was unconscious for long. My foggy memory tells me I must have been there for about half a day, but it had happened right in the middle of town, and I have a hard time imagining a healthy-looking university student being left on the ground for that long. The town…
IG Part 8
8 Humans are such forgetful creatures. The course of normal life makes us forget all sorts of things, regardless of the time since their occurrence. Even events and memories that you’re convinced you’ll never forget are destined to one day be forgotten. So, although I admit I may simply be deceiving myself, if enough time…
IG Part 7
7 Now, even if you’ve never seen a little girl get torn to shreds, I don’t think I have to tell you that it was quite a gruesome scene. But in that moment (after a brief prayer for the departed to rest in peace, of course), my focus was not the victim, but the other…
IG Part 6
6 This can’t bring back the life that was lost, but we’ll rewind the clock a bit. To begin with, the poor girl who had been hit wasn’t walking to school by herself, but rather along with a friend. The two of them were walking together in front of my bike, and seemed to get…
IG Part 5
5 Have you ever seen a girl’s body get torn apart and tossed around? I have. It goes without saying that it was shocking. So shocking that I had a hard time looking at other humans for quite a while afterwards. It made me really think about what a human was, and changed some of…