I see her.
Whenever I look out the window,
whenever I walk down the street,
whenever the rain falls from the sky.
I see her.
She's smiling again.
She always was.
I look away.
Then, I forget what I saw.
Then, I pretend that nothing happened.
Because I can never bear to see her,
even if I knew she wasn't real.
"Because you're scared, aren't you?"
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re:Happiness | Cell Phone Novel
פרוזה「 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...
