Who Said A Hikikomori Can't be Classy? [Cellphone Novel]

ღOmurice (Pt. 1)ღ

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"Megumi."

What called out to me
in the tranquility of my slumber
was a voice I haven't heard in a long time.

A very kind,
warm voice.

"Megumi.

Are you okay?"

But somehow,
it was tainted by a hint of uneasiness.

I'm okay...

I answered back,
so as not to make her worry.

"Geez! There you go again...

You're not okay at all!

You should take better care of yourself."

I know...

I should have been more careful.

I responded back weakly.

My lips felt dry.

And my head ached.

But I did not know why...

The voice giggled.

"Haha, good girl."

Mm.

Her laughter felt so warm.

"I'm relieved to hear that, you know?

It worries me sometimes..."

Mm.

I know.

"Do you think it's too late
to say I'm sorry?"

Her question puzzled me.

Why?

Why would you be sorry?

"Because I left you all alone."

This talk again?

You couldn't help it.

It had to be done.

I can't remember how many times I have repeated this phrase.

"Haha,
you're so forgiving."

She giggled once again.

"You've always been like that.

You haven't changed one bit."

I sighed.

Look who's talking...

"Haha.
That's true."

...

"Well,
despite everything,
I'm glad I got to talk to you."

Mm.

Me too....

"Ah!

It's about time for you to wake up now!

Off you go,

Megumi."

Mm.

See you again,

.

.

.

Mother.

My eyes snapped open.

"A dream, huh..."