Little by little, the seconds went.
A quick glance at the clock on the wall again told him that two hours had already passed.
Outside, the sky had dimmed.
The bell distantly chimed as a customer entered and left.
The soft melody of music hummed quietly and faintly.
The uneaten bits of his cake were cold and untouched.
The remains of his cappuccino had already turned to warm liquid.
After a few minutes, he closed his book and turned to look outside the window.
It was time to go.
He didn't want to.
"It can't be helped."
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re:Happiness | Cell Phone Novel
قصص عامة「 Can you teach me how to be happy? 」 Fujiwara Ao has been living the past nineteen years of his life in ease. Born with the ideal background and blessed with enough talent, that's what most of the people presume. In their eyes, he was sim...
