iii. warmth

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He only felt cold
nothing else

just cold

He sat there
for a while

Unmoving
Impassive
Indifferent

He let out
a cold breath

He shivers,
pulls his jacket
closer to him

It didn't work

His jacket wasn't
thick enough to cancel
most of the cold

He tries not to think about it

Let himself adjust to the climate

"Uemura-kun?"

Immediately, he looks up
he recognized that voice

But he saw no one around him

Yeah, there was no way
she'd find him there

He sighs

I'm getting delusional

Maybe I should—

No, not now

He rubs his arms,
hoping to give himself
ample warmth

But it was futile,
it just wasn't enough

The warmth
she gave him was what
he yearned for

He shivers
and coughs,
feeling
helpless
hopeless

Should he go home?—

"Uemura-kun?"

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