・・・ xxix ・・・
To him, everything felt numb.
Unreal.
Sudden.
How long have I been shaking?
By the time he realized, he was already leaning behind the apartment door and staring at the ceiling.
His heart hammered loudly.
His head throbbed.
His ear hurt.
How did I get back here?
What did I say to him?
How long has it been since?
He could not remember.
Inside his apartment, everything was so quiet. Peaceful.
There, it was easy to pretend that he was the only person in the world.
That was what he wanted.
A world where no one could see him and bother him and look at him.
"A world where you are unknowable."
He tried to breathe out.
To forget what he saw. To forget who he saw.
But... it was impossible.
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He closed his eyes.
He closed his eyes.
He closed his eyes.
Forget. Forget. Forget.
Don't remember.
Don't think.
It was impossible.
"—You saw him with your own two eyes."
He grit his teeth and gripped his shoulders tightly, nails digging deep into his skin.
He could feel the stinging pain.
It was there when he realized:
everything was real.
It wasn't a dream.
Please let it be one.
He tried a shaky exhale.
He tried to calm himself by imagining a clock again.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock—
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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...
