TOXIC × NEIGHBOR - Track 4

…So? How did you sweet talk the keys from that girl’s hands into your pocket?

Let’s just say I had an awful breakup.

You? In a breakup?

Oh, you didn’t know? Breakups happen on the daily for me.

Pffft. You sure don’t seem to get tired of having a slap mark left on your face.

The story was that I wanted to go on a drive through this beautiful city to heal my broken heart, but I couldn’t rent a car because of a booking error.

It’s likely that all she heard from all that was the fact you were single.

Well, she’s not wrong. I am single, for tonight that is. I promised to go with her to her favorite bar. How about it, wanna come?

What a joke. You getting your heart broken is already enough of a sacrifice, don’t drag me into it. Actually, on second thought, she would probably be the sacrificed one.

Ahaha, I guess anything goes if you’re good with it. No worries though, I won’t leave any debts or obligations behind.

Oh, but please don’t tell anyone I have an international driver’s license. It’d suck if they started making me into a designated driver.

Hm? Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.

Hey now, you’ve got one too. Wanna drive?

You made me drink earlier.

(The weather is nice…)

……

…By the way, where are we going? The ends of the earth, perhaps?

That sounds nice~ We could go to hell too, if you want.

I wouldn’t mind going to heaven.

You think that place suits us?

I suppose it doesn’t seem like a place for us.

Ahaha. Anyway, the place we’re going today is kinda hard to get to without a car.

Look, you can see it from here. That’s our destination…

Rummu Prison…

That’s a pretty nice view~ I didn’t think we’d have to go over a hill from the entrance, but it’s a good thing we got here so quickly.

So, you brought me back to prison again. How so very thoughtful of you, Ten.

I get that a lot.

The Chief told me about a bunch of tourist hot spots in Tallinn, but this place stuck out to me for some reason.

……

Maybe it suits us better than heaven.

…I suppose so.

(Sunken ruins, huh…)

(That crumbling building looks like a tombstone… Everything here is dead silent.)

……

(Ah… I can hear it. The “Polonaise No. 5” I heard on that day… something that will never fade from my memory.)

…Apparently, they used to make the prisoners mine the limestone hills here back when the prison was still functioning.

Being a prisoner might not be so bad if you get to live here surrounded by a beautiful lake like this⁠—

How nostalgic.

……?