it was the third day of the outing, the next day will mark the end of this outing, thankfully.
at around four in the evening, we visited one of the beaches there. half an hour was how long i spent my time there, before i stepped into the bus, waiting for the others.
and then, suddenly, they came, and one of them was crying.
YOU ARE READING
Dead Leaves ↬ Akaashi Keiji ✓
Random[short story; lowercase intended] ❝ it's breaking, i can see the thing called the end ❞ in which a friendship between two people were meant to be temporary.
