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Ame.
Ame is—
—A black ocean suddenly appeared around him, making it difficult to breathe properly.
It suffocated him.
It choked him.
Wake up.
He thought as he held her frozen hand, refusing to accept what he faced.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Ao did not even realize when he had started crying.
The next thing he saw were the tears falling on the floor.
Ao gently cradled her body in his arms,
looking at her face, shaking her.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Ao's tears fell on her pale face, trailing down her cheeks.
She didn't stir.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
"—Ame."
He whispered her name again and again and again.
"Ame. Ame. Ame. Ame. Ame. Ame."
Wake up, Ame.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
He sobbed, hugging her tightly so that he couldn't let go and she wouldn't go away.
But she already did.
As he held on to her,
Ao whispered another word.
"—Nee-chan."
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Ame's eyes were closed.
They would always be closed now.
She will never open them again.
His chest ached with every ragged breath.
Ao heaved and trembled.
Her happy smile.
Her cheerful laugh.
Her gentle voice.
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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...
