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The next day was a Friday

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The next day was a Friday.

He only had afternoon classes.


For the entire morning he lay on his bed,
Encased in the semidarkness.


His mind was blank, empty.

His breathing was quiet and low.

His heart continued to beat rhythmically, reminding him that he was still there.


When it was 11:24, he finally decided to get up.






After classes, he headed to the cafe.

He almost ran into the door by accident.
He hadn't even realized he had arrived already.


He paused before the glass, unable to raise his head. To look inside to see if she was there.



He hadn't been able to see her at all that day.

They had no classes together.



He reached and gripped the handle tightly.




"...What are you hesitating for?"



He breathed out.




Then, he opened the door.

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