I had a really bad dream. I dreamt of you dying in front of me.
I've already dreamt of it countless of countless times.
All of it, all of them were yesterday's dreams.
How many times has it been today?
How many times had it been yesterday?
This moment where I talk to you in the park, how many times have I seen this?
Maybe for you it's the first time, but I have no idea how many times I have been through this.
I've said it countless times.
And you believe me every time.
It's rather frustrating.
But every single time, it ends with you dying.
When I mention this you get frustrated, and a sad expression appears on your face.
So, I choose to stop mentioning it.
Not like it matters. It became pointless a while ago.
Now, I'm beginning to enjoy chatting with you in this park. Just listening to your voice is fine.
Because you've said the exact same words countless times, I can pretty much remember everything you've said flawlessly.
But that's fine too.
It's fine like this, because I want to hear you talking.
Because when I hear your voice, I can't hear the noisy calls of the cicadas.
Because I can only hear your voice.
Looking at my watch, it's already 12:30 in the afternoon.
"We should be going back now, right?"
I stretch out my hand, and you take hold of it while blushing violently.
Even at the very end, you're still such a disgusting person...
That's exactly why you're not popular.
So, it's almost time now.
Thank you for all you've done so far, Hibiya.
For me, it doesn't matter whether it's the noisy cries of the cicadas,
Or the shaking heat haze,
... I really do hate summer.
- As I looked up, an iron pole fell from the sky at exactly the right time.
