false empathy | xviii

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When he left the library,
his head felt light. Empty.

There was a strange feeling in his fingertips.

It was only then once classes started that he realized something was wrong.

Both of his hands were slightly shaking.

He stopped listening to the lecture.
He placed down his pen.

He stared blankly at them.


... Why?

"Because you're afraid,
of course."

Of what?


"Don't act as if you don't understand.
You know what it is that you're scared of, don't you?"


Ah...

Right. Of course.



It's...


"Yes.







Change."

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