Two of Her
Misami
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I want you to look for me. The real me, that is.
I met with you by complete coincidence,
or maybe it was inevitable.
Within a school enveloped in darkness.
Walking ahead, you slumped your shoulders, as if you were a bit cold.
Even if I tried to catch up, I wouldn't be able to.
Still though, I unhurriedly follow your back.
Stepping on your shadow, leisurely.
Still, I, who had no one else to rely on, was happy.
Because I didn't have a place to belong.
I did have a friend who idolized me,
but I didn't have anyone whom I could call a lover
I'm so happy I met you.
Please. Help me.