From the cafe, he walked home.
The stroll took more than fifteen minutes.
When he finally arrived at his apartment,
he quietly opened the door.
Silence and darkness welcomed him as usual.
Then, he slipped inside.
He didn't bother saying the words, "I'm home,".
It was pointless, even if he did.
Because no one would answer back to him.
In the first place, there wasn't even anyone inside who he could say it to.
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re:Happiness | Cell Phone Novel
General Fiction「 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...
