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•Her tears [彼女の涙]•

Chiharu's POV

For obvious reasons, I couldn't force myself to cry, neither could I force myself to share the pain with others.

I couldn't let them carry my burdens. I couldn't let them experience the things I had experienced, because if I do, not only would I suffer, but they will too.

Hikaru stood beside me, his body leaning against the wall beside me, where the sun was shining upon.

"You okay?"

He asked as if nothing had happened. So I replied the same.

"Yeah. I just... need some time... alone."

"I could help you get that bracelet fixed if you want."

I turned around and faced towards him, eyes sparkling as I gazed up towards him with my emotions brightening up.

"R-Really? You could?"

"Yeah."

"T-Thank You!"

I stretched out my hand and handed the broken pieces of my mother's bracelet towards him. Hikaru then gently grabbed the bracelet from my hand and placed it into his pocket, before he grabbed my hand and pulled me up.

"Wh-What?"

He pulls me towards him, where his mouth is just right beside my ear and whispered some words into my ears.

"If you want to be strong, you've got to take the first step forward and when you do, never look back, else, you would falter for even one second."

Hikaru then lets go of my hand and pulls away. Before I could say anything, he had already disappeared into the stairway leading towards the other levels.

I stood there, utterly dumbfounded. Ayumi was also gone. I was legit the only one, sitting aimlessly on the roof.

Ah shit, I missed Math class.

Using my full strength, I bend my knees and pushed my body weight against gravity to stand up. To ensure I would not lose my balance, My left hand settled gently against the wall.

My legs then moved towards the exit and immediately, I ran back into the classroom that had air filled with the smell of dust.

Hikaru's POV

Ever since the first day of school, I've been asking myself, why am I feeling empty, despite the attention I'm receiving?

The moment I asked myself this question, I experienced a new feeling. A hooded girl, probably a first year like me, her face entirely covered, walked past me, as if she knew the whole world never noticed her presence.