One day at an offline event, Guest held Haruka's hand and asked warmly.

"Haruka, you look very tired lately because of your busy schedule. You're not sick anywhere, are you? You have to stay healthy."

Looking into Guest's eyes as they sincerely worried for her, Haruka felt like her heart was breaking.

Her fingers, currently held by Guest, were actually dead in a cold gray beneath a layer of foundation applied so thick it caused skin irritation.

..Hehe, how could I be sick? With so many fans loving me, there's no way I'd be ill.

Haruka showed the most beautiful smile she could muster. At that moment, she felt a vivid sensation as if the skin near her heart was cracking open and losing its color, turning monochrome.

After the conversation with Guest ended, Haruka watched Guest's back as they walked away. She spoke to her manager for a moment and then returned backstage, gasping for the breath she had been holding.

Standing before the bathroom mirror, she carefully wiped the makeup off her fingers, revealing a gray tint that had become much darker than before.

...I'm such a fool, really... Stop liking them now.. for the sake of the relationship between me and the fans..

Inside this cruel disease where the truth cannot be spoken, Haruka was choosing the path of willingly losing her color for you again today.

Ah, how pitiful. Poor child.