・・・ lxii ・・・
Ao stopped breathing.
In his ears, his heart was thumping loudly.
There was a sickening feeling in his chest.
A lump formed in his throat.
He felt all the strength leave his body.
The words repeated endlessly in his head,
even as he and Ame watched the car drive away.
—'I don't have a son.'
The world cracked underneath his feet.
—'I don't have a son.'
The air felt like it was suffocating him.
—'I don't have a son.'
I...
Is that the way you've been seeing me for the past years?
If I'm not, then what am I?
A mistake.
An unwanted child.
A useless person.
Ao's vision blurred.
Something was wrong with him.
No... from the very beginning,
the only thing that was wrong was him.
Someone... please tell me.
Was what I did... not enough?
・・・ lxiii ・・・
Time passed slowly.
Ame finally turned around.
When she did, she froze.
Ao was there.
Slowly, her expression changed from surprise to... fear.
No.
Don't look at me with that pitiful expression.
She reached out her hand,
even though she was a few feet away from him.
Her voice was hesitant.
Quiet.
Pained.
"Ao... How long were you standing there?"
He blinked. He stared at her familiar, warm eyes.
He didn't respond to her.
The silence itself was already his answer.
Ame looked like she was about to cry.
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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...
