it was an understatement that shiro was about to cry, realizing that yuto didnt remember her
"yuto, can you remember that dream?"
"no, i cant"
"such a shame, it was our dream too,"
"mind telling me?"
"our dream was to perform on stage, the three of us, you, me and makoto"
"i feel sorry that i cant remember you but i can remember makoto"
"it's alright, yuto"
"what's your name?"
"white, in japanese" [A/n: she said this in korean]
"shiro?"
"yes, shiro"
"im sorry, i cant remember"
"you called me ro back then,"
"ro? now that rings a bell"
"really?"
"yeah, a bit, but i still cant remember you"
"it's alright, you dont need to"
"no, i feel guilty, so can you give me your number so we can hang out when i am free? maybe i will remember you then"
".....sure, oh by the way,"
shiro hands the other 4 letters to him and smiles
"here, take them, do you want makoto's number?"
"....okay"
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MISSIVE.
Fanfiction+ i thought i would never see you again an adachi yuto fanfiction
