Filler: Suzuki and Ema's confrontation

~~~~~~Extra chapter: Suzuki and Ema confrontation~~~~~~

And so, the two girls were sitting opposite to each other, in the luxury car of Suzuki's family.

The tension between the two was rising by each passing second.

Their silence was speaking more than 1000 words.

Ema's arms were crossed and she was trying her best to not look at Suzuki.

You could see that the word "Jealousy" was written all over her face.

Suzuki, instead, was really calm and had a smile all upon her face.

But everyone knows that inside, she was boiling with rage.

"Ema." Suzuki said, with a cold but calm voice, sharp enough to cut the steel.

The other girl raised her head and her purple eyes locked into Suzuki's.

"What do you want?" She replied. Her tone of voice was even colder than before.

"I'll be direct with you: Why are you still trying to stay with Fumihiro? Do you know that you'll hurt him way more than you did?" Suzuki said. Her cold tone was filled with a glimpse of sadness.

"Don't speak if you don't know anything, Haruka. It's none of your business." Ema replied, with an aggressive but calm tone.

"His tears were enough for me to see. They were everything i needed." Suzuki said, while also crossing her legs.

"Don't worry about that, Dakarai won't hear us." She added.

"Again, you don't know anything about us. It's NONE. OF. YOUR. BUSINESS." This time, Ema marked her last words, implying that she didn't want to tell things to her.

"Oh? You say so but you actually accepted a ride from me because you wanted to talk, right?" Suzuki giggled.

Ema's irritation after hearing Suzuki was rising and she started biting her nails.

"Haruka. Do you think that i haven't noticed? The way you look at Fumihiro? The way you talk to him?" Ema said.

"Do you know how much it hurts me?" Suzuki replied, with a cold tone. "Do you know how much it hurts me to see him suffering and crying beacause of YOU?"

Ema kept staying silent, waiting for Haruka to continue her words.

"You don't deserve someone as sweet as him, Ema. You've been manipulating him since a lot of time." Suzuki added, this time her voice was almost a sad whisper.

"Haruka. I didn't cheat on Fumihiro. We already talked about my situation... And i told you what happened when he was taken at the hospital." Ema was trying to justify herself , trying to make herself clear.

"I know you love him, Haruka. But you won't take him away from me, he's mine. I love him." Ema's words were direct like an arrow, hitting Haruka's heart.

Suzuki clenched her fist and lowered her gaze for a second.

"You don't know anything about love, Ema." Suzuki said.

Her voice was almost on the verge of crying.

"I also met Kazuha." She added.

At this statement, Ema started to tremble.

"Oh. T-that Kazuha?" She said.

Her name seemed to have activated a trigger inside Ema's heart.

"Yes. She told me everything, about what happened, and how you..." She then cleared her throat. How you erased Fumihiro's memories of her." Suzuki said.

Ema looked down, feeling guilty.

"Kazuha was the one whom he saved from the bullies... Not you... You... You manipulated Fumihiro into believing that the girl was you, right?" Suzuki asked.

Ema was trembling nervously in anger.

She didn't know what to answer to Suzuki.

"So you're gonna believe Kazuha? Someone that you met for the first time ?" Ema said with a nervous tone.

"Ema. Stop it." Suzuki said. "Don't you see what you've done to Fumihiro already? Do you know how many times he cried? How much he has been suffering because of you?" Suzuki's body was trembling.

"You clearly don't know how much it hurts me... How much much it hurts me to see him crying for someone who clearly doesn't love him... Chiko was just an excuse." Suzuki said, with a very emotional tone.

The rich girl was trying her best to hold her tears. She took all of her courage to speak to Ema about this topic.

She didn't want to interfere into their relationship but her love for Fumihiro was too strong and she wasn't feeling happy about his situation.

On the other hand, Ema was threatened by Chiko and she kept saying that it wasn't her fault.

But lies on lies aren't a good thing.

Small drops of water can actually form an entire ocean.

Ema truly loved Fumihiro, and even Suzuki.

"Haruka. Even if you say something like this, i won't break up with him. We promised to marry each other directly after graduation... meaning that the moment is close." Ema said with a fake superior tone, trying to maintain her position as Fumihiro's girlfriend.

She clearly didn't want to leave his current boyfriend and she also needed help from Chiko.

"You're an egoist, Ema. You're nothing more than a selfless egoist who only cares about herself. Chiko's situation could be fixed with our help... You know my father... But you decided to lie because... your ego felt refreshed after seeing someone other than Fumihiro chasing you. Despite everything, you were enjoying Chiko's attention. That's why you ran away when Fumihiro caught you." This time, Suzuki's words literally hit Ema deep inside. "Even if you say that you love him and you're not manipulating him, you've always been the one who took decisions for Fumi. The one in control..."

Some tears were forming inside Haruka's eyes but she tried her best to hold them.

Ema didn't know what to say or what to think.

She wanted to reply to Suzuki that everything she said was false, but she couldn't.

Maybe her words were too deep.

An akward silence was filling the atmosphere, until...

"Miss Hayashi, we arrived at destination." This voice was Dakarai.

After some seconds, the door opened.

Ema, without words, was leaving the car.

"Think about what i said, Ema. If you love him, leave him and let him breathe."

Ema kept staying silent, giving an irritated glare to Suzuki, before getting out and seeing the door closing.

After seeing the car leaving, Ema went inside the house and ran directly into her room, ignoring her parents and Kanna.

She then umped on her bed and started thinking about Suzuki's words.

"Fumihiro..." That's what she said before starting to look at the ceiling with a void expression.