Chapter 22: Autumn Skies

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"Kai-chan!"

"What's up with that harp? There's something right there, is that a scratch or something?"

Joshua barged in, with no surprise at all.

"Josh?! Hey, dude! The harp's a little bit heavy!" Kai sneaked in. "Oh, sorry, Kai. I'm too busy at the baseball team, again and again! But, why do you look so sad right now?"

She didn't look at him. "Is there something I need to know?!" he worryingly asked her. "Tell Kerith I'll just go to Ethan's house right away. He wrote a note at the harp, saying that he wanted to buy some pizzas for recess. Well, I know, he mustn't be at school right now.." Kyrinne plainly bid and went out.

"H-hey, K-Kai! I have something to

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"H-hey, K-Kai! I have something to.. T-tell you later!" Joshua took a sigh after seeing her leaving.

"Maybe this is the right time. I should tell her this immediately.. I don't care what will be the aftermath at this, but, at least I'm able to tell my feelings for her.."

he left the music room and went back to practice at the school grounds.

At a distance, Joshua saw Ivan and wondered why he was there. He approached him, much to his annoyance.

"Why are you here?" He asked him plainly, annoyed

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"Why are you here?" He asked him plainly, annoyed.

"Uh, I want to see Kai-chan. Uh, Kai-chan wa doko desu ka?" (Where's Kyrinne?)

He asked. "Nani?! She went to Demeterio-san's house. She's there, follow her!" He answered bitterly. "Uhh, Arigatou gozaimasu! Mata ashita ne!" Ivan ran to follow her. (Thank you. See you tomorrow!)

Kyrinne stopped at a distance, looking at the traffic light.

It was already October 5th, and still autumn wind hushed the air. She watched the leaves falling on the ground. She smiled and ran along the guy beside her, grabbing his hand along.

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