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⌠ 1 ⌡

There's nothing I can do but watch.

Watch her leave.

Each 

slow 

footstep

pulls her away.


Further and further.

Until I can barely

see her anymore

over the hill.


Is this really...

how I want things to end?

After everything.


Time is strange like that.

All these warm days,

washing away what I did.


I'd almost forgotten

how being alone feels.

Even if...

just for a moment.


It was only one year.

A fragment of our lives.

A distant high school memory.


Would I...

Would she...

remember this?


Would everything


just



disappear?






⌠ 2 ⌡

I'd always wanted this.

Something real.

A place to belong.


And finally, I found it.


The library.

The tree. 

The old clubroom.


All places that I...

where we

existed together.


But humans are greedy.

I got what I wanted

and still wanted more.


I wanted...


ai.

愛.


Was everything my fault?

Did everything I do

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