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Their footsteps echoed dully.
On either side of the pathway,
dozens of names were written on the markers.
Some were remembered.
Some were forgotten.
Still, it was proof that they had once existed.
Ao was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
Behind him, Leo trailed quietly.
Step
by
step
by
step,
they walked on.
Finally, they reached the grave that they were looking for.
A name was written on the marker.
The name of his half-sister.
The name of his treasured friend.
The name of the person they had once both deeply loved.
Fujiwara Ame.
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It had been two years already since her death.
Two years.
Two long years.
For the first time, Ao and Leo stood before her grave.
No one breathed.
No one said anything.
Then,
hesitantly,
reluctantly,
Ao stepped forward.
He kneeled down and placed the flowers beside her grave marker.
They were colored in blue.
Her favorite color.
Ao didn't move. He didn't breathe.
His hands were trembling.
He remembered her wide, happy smile.
Her loud, cheerful laughter.
Her warm, comforting touch.
He remembered everything about her.
Ame.
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Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
"... It was Monica, wasn't it?" Ao asked suddenly. His voice was a whisper.
"The one who's been telling you where I was. It was her."
Behind him, Leo didn't answer immediately.
When he finally did, his voice could barely be heard.
"... Yes. It was," he said.
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