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When he opened his eyes, it was already noon outside.
Fujiwara Ao blinked as his eyes adjusted to the dim light of his apartment.
His mind was a blank.
The entire room was filled with its usual silence.
He blinked again.
There was a blanket draped over his back.
He had been sleeping on the couch, his head resting on its seat.
For a moment, he was confused.
He couldn't remember what happened before he had fallen asleep.
Slowly, he turned his head around.
There was a piece of paper on top of the coffee table.
Without thought, he reached out to read it.
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[ I'm going out for a bit to buy ingredients for lunch. I'll be coming back. When I do, please open the door for me. Thank you. ]
He stared at the words on the paper.
Even though this was his first time seeing her handwriting,
without a doubt,
it had been a note left by Rie.
... Rie.
He closed his eyes.
In that second, Ao finally remembered what happened.
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A few hours ago, it had been the first sunrise of the year.
He remembered Rie's quiet confession.
He remembered Leo's pleading look.
He remembered his own silent tears.
—Ah.
That's right.
Ao had cried.
For the first time in two years,
Ao had cried without even realizing it.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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