If it weren't for the sound of the thinning raindrops,
the silence between them would have been unnerving.
But it seemed like she didn't care.
He walked, not looking back to see if he had left her behind.
Unfortunately, he could faintly hear Hashimoto Rie's footsteps close by.
"... Just run away and leave her."
He shook his head slightly.
A request is a request.
"Ah... then it's your loss."
He gripped the umbrella's handle tightly.
Behind him, Hashimoto Rie started to hum.
Lachrymal.
Mellow.
Nostalgic.
The tune sounded awfully familiar to him.
He turned to look at her.
"... What song is that?" he asked.
She stopped, her expression looking bright.
"It's Chopin's Nocturne Op 9 No. 2."
He tilted his head, only then realizing it.
Then he turned back and started walking again.
Hashimoto Rie followed.
Moments went.
"Aren't you... going to ask anything else?" she said.
"No. Why would I?" he answered.
"Well, it's so quiet. And it's a great way to know about each other..."
Her eyes looked expectantly at him, as though eager for a question.
He narrowed his own.
A moment passed.
He found himself opening his mouth.
"Then..."
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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...
