To him, it felt like hours.
It might have been. He didn't check.
By the time he noticed it,
the people had disappeared from the sidewalk.
The taxis who passed suddenly vanished as well.
Yet, the rain continued to fall.
And fall,
and fall,
and fall,
and fall,
and fall,
and fall—
—He felt a hand lightly tap on his right shoulder, forcing him out of his daze.
He turned around.
It was her. The girl.
She was holding an umbrella in her hand.
He looked at her and blinked.
She opened her mouth, hesitating.
Then, she spoke aloud to be heard over the rain.
"Fujiwara-san, you didn't bring an umbrella, right?"
He stayed quiet as an answer.
The question had seemed more of an observation than a query.
She held the umbrella out to him.
"Please... use this."
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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...
