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"—I'm sorry, Ao."
Ame whispered the words behind him, her voice cracked and uneven.
"I'm so sorry."
Ao clenched his fists in anger.
The moment he heard those words,
that was when everything seemed to tear apart.
Something finally broke inside of him.
... 'Sorry'?
What are you apologizing for?
Because you were the better child?
Because everything you do is perfect?
Because you were loved by everyone even without trying?
He was angry.
At her. At the world.
At his own uselessness.
Why is it unfair?
Even though we're the same.
Even though I did my best too.
Why am I always alone?
Why am I always the one forgotten?
I hate this.
I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.
"—I hate you."
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The words that escaped were the words that he had tried his best to hide for so long.
Even though he knew he would regret it,
he didn't care.
Eight years worth of emotions spilled from his mouth.
Toxic.
Poisonous.
Hateful.
Ugly.
By the time he realized what he was doing,
it was already too late to stop.
・・・ lxix ・・・
"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.
You always take everything away from me.
You always get what you want.
You are always the one they prefer the most.
Every since you were born, you were loved by this world.
How long do you think I've suffered because of you?
How long do you think I've tried so hard to be noticed?
No matter what I do, this world is unfair.
Stop trying to be kind to me.
Deep down, you're just helping me because I'm your brother right?
Because I look pitiful?
Because I seem pathetic?
It's all because of you.
It's your fault I'm like this.
Your fault that I can't be happy.
I hate you.
If I knew it would be like this,
then I wish that you were never here.
I wish you'd just go away.
I wish you'd just disappear.
I..."
・・・ lxx ・・・
"... I wish you'd just die already."
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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...
