I Loved You in The Silence ❤️‍🩹🫀 - Chapter 10: Shattered Mirriors.

Chapter 10: Shattered Mirrors

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Ren came to school the next day.

Not because he wanted to.

But because what if Haruki came back?

What if he showed up, pale and tired, walking through that classroom door?

What if Ren could just see him—one more time?

He didn’t care about the stares anymore.

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He didn’t care about the whispers, or the notebook slammed against his back, or the cruel words scribbled on the chalkboard before class started:

> "Pervert." "Stalker." "He made Haruki disappear."

None of it mattered.

All he could think about was Haruki.

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> “What if he cried after reading it?”

> “What if the letter didn’t heal him… but broke him?”

> “What if I made him disappear?”

They called him names when he entered class.

They tripped him in the hallway.

One boy spat on his shoes and said, “You're disgusting.”

Another threw an eraser at the back of his head. It hit him. Chalk dust clung to his hair like the weight of unspoken things.

Ren said nothing.

Not a word.

His face was blank.

His eyes empty.

But inside, his chest was a warzone.

> “I ruined him,” he kept thinking. “He’s not here because of me.” “I don’t care if they beat me. Just bring him back. Please. Let him be okay.”

He couldn’t even cry anymore.

The pain had sunk too deep. Past tears. Past screams.

Just silence.

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By fourth period, a teacher entered the room with a sharp voice:

> “Ren Takahashi. Principal’s office. Now.”

The entire class went quiet.

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Ren stood up slowly. His knees were weak. His hands were trembling.

But not from fear.

From the weight of guilt that had eaten him alive.

When he entered the principal's office, Yuto Hayashi was already there—arms crossed, smug expression on his face, like he was proud of what he’d done.

The principal didn’t let Ren sit.

He didn’t even let him speak.

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> “We’ve heard enough, Takahashi. From your classmates. From teachers. From Yuto. This situation has gone on for years—but this time, you've gone too far.”

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Ren kept his eyes down.

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> “Yuto says you kissed Haruki without his consent. That he pushed you. Cried. Ran.”

Lie.

> “Yuto says you followed him home before. That you sent letters every week. That you’ve stalked him.”

Lie.

> “And now, you removed Haruki’s clothes in the music room. Touched him while he begged you to stop.”

Lie.

But Ren didn’t speak.Because none of it mattered—not to them. Not anymore.

And even if he screamed the truth…

Would they ever believe him?

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The teachers stared at him like he was filth.

The principal slammed his hand on the desk.

> “This is shameful. You’re mentally unstable, Takahashi. You’ve ruined that poor boy’s life.”

> “You should be expelled.”

Yuto stood there, eyes wide and fake-innocent, nodding quietly like he was the victim.

And Ren just stood there.

Still. Hollow.

> "They're hurting me for something I never did."

> "But what if I did hurt him… without meaning to?"

> "What if I really destroyed the only person I ever loved?"

The words dug into his soul like razors.

> “You’re sick.” “You’re obsessed.” “You’re not right in the head.

And Ren…

Didn’t cry.

Didn’t fight.

Didn’t defend himself.

Because the only thing playing in his mind…

Was Haruki’s smile—faint, distant, from years ago. The one he used to give under cherry blossoms.

The smile he would probably never see again.

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After the meeting, Ren walked back to class.

Shoulders heavy.

Ears ringing.

Vision blurred.

Someone whispered, “That’s the freak they were talking about.”

Someone else hissed, “I heard he stripped Haruki and tried to—”

> He didn’t listen.

He couldn’t.

Because every thought—every breath—was still about Haruki.

> “Was he crying that night?”

> “Did he hate me the moment he read the letter?”

> “Did my love… kill the light inside him?”

Ren sat at his desk, eyes blank, staring at the wall.

No one sat near him.

He was less than alone.

He was erased.

And yet—

His love for Haruki still pulsed quietly beneath all the noise.

Even now.

Even after everything.

Even if Haruki never came back.

> “You were my favorite part of this life…”

And now, Ren felt like he had no life left.

Only guilt.

Only silence.

Only the echo of a love that no one else believed ever existed.

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