Sakuta Azusagawa took a plot twist of his life when he saw a girl with the same case as his. As he met this significant being, so was the lost part of his childhood. It came returning to him, as the girl had her pain increased.
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それでも朝を待っていますが、遠い感じがします。
When I was a kid, I didn't knew if my life in the future would be better or not. I just dreamed of nothing else but me flying in my jet to space.
"Someday, you'll grow up to be a strong person. My little unicorn, I hope you grow up to be just as strong as me." Mother always says that to me all the time.
But, I dunno anymore. That's the only memory of my past. I don't give a righteous damn about what happened to me back then.
I only remember... the beatings.
Yeah that was the past I had. I always thought that my family would love me to the fullest... but I guess I was just being wrong.
They always blame me with the old saying... "THE YOUNGEST GETS IT."
Heheh... I guess I do remember my past.
I didn't think of it back then... I thought this was just normal for everybody else.
After I saw other people... and it made a lot of sense to me now... they hated me.
It was obvious back then that they hate me to the fullest... but not to my young self.
So when I saw that.... I burst into tears of realization.
I tried to get away from them, but because I was so young... I lost track of myself. Not until I found... him.
It was him who saw me first and greeted me with a smile on his face. Nobody else did that to me.
We played around the riverside, even seeing his ice cream fell on the river. I think that was the only time... I had my happiest time.
When my family found me... they picked me up and we went home.
And you know what did I receive? Beatings... they were trying to force me to stop crying, but even I couldn't stop me... it just kept on falling.
As I grew older and older, as I grew more independent from them... I severed ties with them. Finally, I was out of their lives. It was going to be the most peaceful time of my life, right?
No.
Even outside their lives, I can still feel my trauma... of being the reason of hatred. Those traumas got into my everyday life that I felt like everyone's bugging me. I can't even talk to strangers... because of that, I can't even get my own job.
I soon felt the struggle.
At that point, I was just waiting for a sweet release of death. I wished... that I had all the bad luck.
