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—Drip.
—Drop.
—Drip.
—Drop.
It was... ame.
It had started to rain.
Ao stared at the ground as the first droplets of water fell from the night sky.
Quietly.
Silently.
The rain slowly drenched everything.
His head.
His clothes.
His tears.
Ao was still breathing heavily, shaking.
Was it from fear? From anger?
By then, he didn't know anymore.
His heartbeat roared uncomfortably in his ears.
There was a sickening ache in his chest.
The words he uttered still hovered in the air.
Ah... I finally said it.
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One.
Two.
Three.
The silence was broken only by the sound of the rain.
With every passing second, the heavy feeling in his chest only seemed to become worse.
I said it.
I said it. I said it. I said it. I said it—
—he blinked, grasping at his arm.
No.
No.
No.
No.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I didn't—
Fujiwara Ao finally turned around to face Ame,
trying to apologize for the mistake he had just said.
When he did,
he froze.
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For the first time in the past eight years,
Fujiwara Ame was crying.
There were tears streaming down the sides of her face.
Silent.
Transparent.
Just like her.
Just like the rain.
She was wearing an ugly, broken expression on her face.
Ao's voice disappeared.
The suffocating feeling was worse now.
Far, far worse.
It all was his fault.
He had made her cry.
He had hurt her.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean to say those things to you.
It was just—
I was just—
I—
I—
I...
He wanted to say something. Anything.
But the words remained in his throat.
The silence was too loud.
The sky seemed too dark.
The world seemed too fragile.
Everything seemed wrong.
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Once again, I'm running away.
Away from her. Away from what I did.
The rain feels cold.
The air feels heavy.
I can't hear her footsteps behind me this time.
Of course.
After what I did...
After what I said...
she probably hates me now.
—I'm sorry.
I know I'm a horrible person.
I know I always make things worse.
I know I'm useless. A mistake.
I know.
I know that already.
It hurts.
Everything hurts.
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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...
