Chapter 6: ダイレクト メッセージ (Direct Messages)

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Mugs, they were full of the memories of my so-called past.

The fragrance of a simple yet complex cologne. The one that my father would insufficiently expose to family members and friends alike.

The scent. It wrenched the entire train station. My nose; sensitive to various amounts of diffused scientific formulas; it could no longer take it.

The smell had appeared to be that of extreme alcohol usage.

What was it?

I could no longer recall!

Segawa Shingo-kun, he was the one who had taken his seat next to Ms. Clarissa.

She was the school's Snow White. Pretty, petite, curly blonde-dyed hair, and light-brown highlights to go with that pathetic smile.

She was a 'Collage of Color' everywhere she went, boys would soon follow.

I admit, I was jealous of her for being the perfect definition of 'perfect'.

Caring, thoughtful! What an 'Ode to Joy'!

I am... Higashi Sakurako.

My looks mean nothing to me no more; having my heart breaking in almost every direction.

One word to describe me: Insecure.

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