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Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Every heartbeat seemed to synchronize with his footsteps as he walked alone inside.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock—
—Breathe.
Ao was staring at the floor,
unable to look up.
He was scared.
He was shaking.
He breathed in again.
The room, like any other, was painted in a bright white.
A faint beeping sound was heard.
In front of him, the window was opened,
the slight wind rustling the leaves from a nearby branch.
At that exact moment, a single leaf flew in.
Ao followed it with his eyes.
It swayed in the invisible air, dancing for seconds before resting atop the occupied bed.
When he finally realized it, Ao stopped walking.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
He wanted to turn away.
He wanted to fade into nothingness.
He wanted to disappear.
"—It's okay. You're okay."
Very, very slowly, Ao raised his head.
The man laying on the bed held the face of the person that he loved and was loathed by.
He was looking at him. At Ao.
Quietly, weakly,
Fujiwara Ao opened his mouth.
"... Dad."
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It was him.
It was him.
He blinked.
He felt his mind go numb.
He breathed in sharply.
For a moment, all he could do was stare at him. At his father.
Ah...
For some reason, Fujiwara Kyousuke looked older than when he did two years ago.
His receding hair was now dyed in a dull gray.
There were bags and wrinkles under his weary eyes.
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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...
