・・・ v ・・・
"Tick.
Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock."
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I...
I can...
Every day... I can hear someone's voice in my head.
I don't remember when it started.
Maybe it was after she died.
Maybe even before.
It doesn't matter. It's always there.
Always.
Always.
Always.
Always.
Always.
Sometimes, it hurts.
Sometimes, it soothes.
It's a voice I hate and need at the same time.
I wonder... to whom does it belong to?
"Right.
I wonder... to whom do I belong to?"
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Ah...
That's right.
You are...
—Mom?
"—No."
Dad?
"—No."
... Ame?
"—No."
Leo—?
"—No."
Then... I don't know.
"—Liar.
There's still one other person.
The most important one."
I... I don't know.
I don't remember.
"But you do.
You already know who I am.
After all, it's someone you know well."
... Someone I know well?
...
...
...
... Ah.
That's right.
I remember now.
You are...
You are...
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"—Me."
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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...
