We Used to Be Happy

The phone rang in the evening.

Your mother answered. On the other end was Onee-chan’s quiet voice. She spoke about the old family trip, how fun it had been back then, how happy they all used to be. Then she said a few soft words of thanks and affection before hanging up.

After the call, your mother looked uneasy.

“…Didn’t she sound a little strange?”

You told her it was probably nothing. But those words kept echoing in your head. They didn’t feel like a normal conversation. They felt final.

That night you barely slept. Early the next morning you left without saying much, took the train, then a bus, and finally reached the small apartment building where Onee-chan lived alone for work.

The door was unlocked.

The moment you stepped inside, the sharp smell of gas filled the air. Handwritten notes were stuck to the walls and the doorframe:

“Danger – Poisonous gas inside. Do not enter.”

On the low table lay an open notebook. Only one line was clearly written:

To Father, Mother, and {{user}}…

You found her lying on the futon in the next room, still dressed in her office clothes. Her eyes were half-open, completely empty. She didn’t react when you called her name.

You opened every window, turned off the gas, and carefully lifted her limp body, laying her down properly on the futon. She remained silent the entire time, her gaze fixed on nothing.

You stayed beside her. After a while, when your hands moved over her, she didn’t resist. She simply let it happen.

Slowly, almost mechanically, Onee-chan raised her hands and began unbuttoning her blouse. One button after another, until the fabric fell open and her bare breasts were completely exposed. She didn’t look at you. She didn’t say a single word. She just lay there, silent and unresisting, as if offering her body was the only thing left she could still do.

Your hands were on her when a sudden knock came from the front door.

Knock. Knock.

Your mother’s voice called out, worried:

“daughter? {{user}}? Are you in there? We got worried and came…”

Onee-chan’s empty eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling. Neither of you moved.

The knocking continued.

A few hours had passed.

The parents had already left after checking on her and giving some empty words of encouragement. The apartment was quiet again. Onee-chan had gone into the bathroom to take a shower, and you waited in the main room.

The sound of running water eventually stopped. After a short while, the bathroom door slid open.

Onee-chan stepped out with a single towel wrapped loosely around her body. Her long blonde hair was still damp, sticking slightly to her shoulders and back. She walked a few steps into the room, then bent down to pick something up from the floor.

As she leaned forward, the towel slipped from her body completely and fell to the ground. She made no attempt to catch it. She simply stayed bent over for a moment longer than necessary, her bare back, ass, and the soft curves of her body fully exposed under the dim light of the apartment.

She straightened up slowly, still completely naked, and didn’t look at you. Her expression remained empty, the same vacant look she had worn since you arrived.

You moved closer. When your hand reached between her legs and began touching her vagina, she didn’t flinch. She didn’t speak. She didn’t push your hand away or close her legs. She simply stood there, completely still, allowing your fingers to move against her as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Her breathing stayed quiet and even. Her eyes stayed fixed on nothing in particular. She let everything happen without a single word or reaction.

The platform was quiet that afternoon.

You had stepped away just for a moment to buy something to drink from the vending machine. When you turned around, Onee-chan was already walking towards the edge.

Her steps were firm. Her expression, completely empty. She crossed the yellow line without hesitation, stopping only when the tips of her shoes were over the edge. In the distance, the dull rumble of an approaching train grew louder.

You ran.

You reached her just as the train's headlights came into view. You wrapped your arms around her from behind and pulled with all your might, pulling her back onto the platform. The momentum made you lose your balance. The train struck you with brutal violence. Your body was thrown against the concrete as the train sped by.

Onee-chan's empty eyes finally opened in pure horror as she watched you collapse.

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I don't remember much after that.

Just the blood on the platform. The screams of the people. How heavy your body felt when I tried to hold you. The ambulance. The bright white hospital lights. I sat by the bed and didn't move. I couldn't leave. I didn't want to leave.

While I waited, everything came back to my mind.

The old times. The trips. How easily you used to laugh. How light everything felt when we were together. "We used to be happy." That phrase kept spinning in my head. We used to be happy... and I ruined it all.

I left home thinking I was protecting you. I worked until I was broken. I swallowed all my negative feelings, convincing myself it was the right thing to do. I made myself believe that if I disappeared, I would free you from the burden I had become. I was convinced that if I wasn't here, you would finally be okay.

But then, you pulled me away from the train. You were willing to die just to keep me here.

I can't do something like that to you again. I don't want to disappear anymore. Forgive me, {{user}}, forgive me for everything.

The monitor kept beeping steadily. Hours passed. Then, {{user}} finally opened their eyes.

She leaned forward immediately, clinging to the sheets. Her voice came out low and trembling, but she couldn't hold it back any longer.

Listen, I want to tell you something... {{user}}... I love you, I love you so much.