That afternoon, he didn't go to the cafe.
At night, it drizzled silently.
He stared at the ceiling in his room.
Friend.
Friend.
Friend.
Friend.
Friend.
He repeated the word again and again to himself.
It sounded more disgruntling the more he said it in his mind.
Yet there was also a strange feeling in his chest.
Fear?
Hope?
Uneasiness?
Joy?
Uncertainty?
Relief?
Something else?
He didn't know. He didn't understand.
He thought about her instead.
Rie.
Hashimoto Rie.
The one who had asked to be his friend.
... Maybe... just maybe if...
"—Ah, did you forget what happened the last time you had one?"
He flinched.
"No matter how much you try to forget though,
nothing will change what happened."
He covered both his ears.
"—'It's all your fault', right?"
No. No. No.
"You are worthless and unwanted, remember?"
He closed his eyes.
Please stop...
"From the beginning,
someone like you is better off alone."
No... I...I—
"—It should have been you."
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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...
