Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

The rain poured down like a flood, as if the sky had opened up to the flooded waters, pouring down with endless power. The mighty raindrops hit the ground, splashing water, like a natural symphony, sonorous and powerful.

"I'm leaving tomorrow, eh!"

In the dim room, Fan Mu was mopping the floor, looking at the heavy rain outside the window and listening to the sound of washing and scrubbing beside his ears. Only then did he feel a lot better.

He promised the system that even if he had to complete this mission, he let go of his dissatisfaction and six years of feelings and went to search for a solution in the universe.

But now telling him that he not only misunderstood Kafka, but also failed to complete the final mission, how could he not feel bad?

Of course, these are not the most important things. The most important thing is that now that he knows that Kafka has always had him in her heart, his heart begins to stir uncontrollably. Although he can promise that he will not do anything stupid again, this state of mind makes him very uncomfortable and his chest feels stuffy.

With the heavy rain, the air in the city became much cooler.

After finishing the housework, Fanmu returned to his room and sat quietly on the bed with Kafka, watching the heavy rain pouring outside the window.

There was a constant roar in the sky. After a long time, Kafka turned her head and looked at him and suddenly asked: "Big brother, when are you leaving?"

"……tomorrow."

"Big brother, when will you come back?"

"This time...it may take a very long time."

Although he knew that he had less than two years to live and that this world would be shattered into nothingness after his death, he looked into her eyes. He didn't know if it was because of his guilt towards her that he saw grievance and sadness in those lifeless eyes.

Looking into those eyes, he lied. Although all this was virtual, it felt real to him. His feelings for Kafka were real, and he couldn't bear to dash her hopes.

Hope? Maybe. Let's just take it as it is.

"Yeah." Kafka said nothing and turned her head to continue looking at the heavy rain outside the window.

The heavy rain was very appropriate for the occasion, and I don’t know if it was God’s way of keeping him.

Originally, he wanted to go to the train today to see if there was anything he could help with, and wanted to take Kafka to the flower shop to control his emotions, but due to the heavy rain, they were now staying in a room.

"Big brother."

"Ok?"

"I have saved a lot of money, I can do all kinds of housework, I will be very obedient, can you take me with you?"

Hearing these almost begging words, he fell silent. If he still had doubts before, now he was sure that even though he hadn't seen him for two years, he was still the most important person in Kafka's heart!

Why didn't he notice this thought before?

If he had come with the intention of...taking strategies, would the result be different?

"I..." Fan Mu pursed his lips and finally replied: "I will come back. If I can't come back, you can go to the universe to find me. As long as you walk through the stars, I will definitely appear in front of you."

He made a false promise.

Seeing that she was still in a low mood, Fan Mu hesitated for a long time before reaching out his hand, gently stroking her head awkwardly. Looking at her messy hair, he took out a comb from the system room and helped her comb her hair again after many years.

Kafka's hair was not long, only shoulder length. Her purple hair was smooth and shiny, without any other color, as if she was born that way.

His previous indifference towards her was due to the unilateral barrier between them. Once the barrier disappeared, those suppressed emotions would come flooding back like a tide.

If this gap could always exist, it would not hurt anyone, just like a dam. But now that the dam has been opened, the water is rushing down, mercilessly hitting the surrounding flowers and plants. His emotions are so overwhelming that he cannot control himself for a moment.

"Big brother."

Kafka called him again.

Fan Mu did not show any impatience and replied patiently: "Hmm?"

"Big brother, why do you have to go out? If you are short of money, Kafka can give all the money to big brother, and Kafka can go out to work every day!"

"When we have enough money in the future, Kafka will open a small shop, so that big brother won't have to worry about money anymore."

She didn't say anything like "Please don't go out, there will always be a way", but directly gave the solution.

Very sensible, but sensible children don’t get any candy.

"Big brother has something important to go out for." Fan Mu forced a smile.

"Is it for Kafka?"

A cold voice sounded.

Fan Mu was shocked but not surprised at all, and his hands kept moving.

"No," he rejected.

He thought he didn't show anything abnormal, and thought that his actions in the past two days might have made her notice something.

"Kafka has let big brother down."

She had never before felt such a strong urge to find affection.

"How could that be? It was my elder brother who disappointed Kafka. My elder brother shouldn't have imagined that."

The sound of rain was very loud, as if the sky was crying, and the thunder was very loud, as if the gods were roaring. When he said this for the last time, his voice was drowned out by the roar.

At night, accompanied by the sound of heavy rain, Fanmu, Kafka and Xing squeezed into one bed.

"Kafka, I have cleaned up your room for you, or..."

Fan Mu said with some hesitation, how could it be inappropriate for a grown-up like him to sleep together with him?

Kafka shook her head, without saying anything or moving, but her attitude said it all.

Fan Mu wanted to persuade her again, but she said, "Big brother, I want to hear a story."

"story..."

He wanted to say something several times but stopped himself, and finally nodded helplessly.

Bedtime story? The last time I told her one was about 6 years ago.

But, how old are you and still listening to bedtime stories...

"What do you want to hear?" he asked.

"It's all right, they sound good." Kafka replied.

What he meant was that I like to listen to everything he says and it sounds good.

"Well, let me think about it." Fan Mu lowered his head and began to think.

His stories were generally from the previous world; he had not read any fairy tale books from this world.

He has basically told all the stories he needed to tell from the last century, and if you ask him to tell them now, he can only tell repetitive stories.

"Have you ever heard the story of the angel and the prince?"

Vanmu asked, looking at Kafka.

"No." She shook her head gently and replied without hesitation.

"Okay, let's talk about this." Fan Mu organized his words in his mind, "Legend has it that there is an ancient kingdom in the sky..."

Soon, the story was over, and Kafka fell asleep accompanied by the stars and moonlight, just like when she was a child, but this time she took the stars with her.

Fan Mu gently covered her with the quilt, turned on the air conditioner in the room, then tiptoed out of the room and came to the living room. He leaned his head against the window and slowly closed his eyes to the accompaniment of the heavy rain.