Cloud Prince 「雲の王子」[Cell Phone Novel]

School Times (v)

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If he does,

what kind of thoughts may run through his mind?

Can he hear the rustling of the branches as they sway in the wind?

Or the weak roar of cars passing through the streets 

beyond the school grounds?

What is the view like from his seat?

Perhaps it's not even close to the window like mine is...

And...

"Hoshii. Please read the next part."

"Yes, Sensei."

I stand up and recite the assigned passage in my classic literature text.

"does he ever feel the same restlessness I do

when the dormant fear in my heart keeps telling me...

that our each and every meeting

might be the last?"