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‘ —— Are there a lot of them?

                          Fingers work nervously at the hem of his hooded jacket as he speaks in a near whisper. He’s not sure what prompted her to approach him, of all the people on the bus, but her topics of conversation are unusual to say the least.

   -- ; TEARS CLOUDED his vision as the tears continued to stream down his face. A painful cry echoing throughout the vicinity from the boy as he faced those from his past, now only shadows of their former selves. The memories that had flashed before him becoming so OVERWHELMING this seemed to be the only appropriate way for them to escape.

         How long had it been since he’d last cried? How long had it been since he’d last felt anything quite like this?

                How long had it been since the tears had been his own?

         "--?!”

         Had it not been for the presence of the girl whose head rested against his shoulder and whose hand pat his back the young man might have been lost in this turmoil he’d felt. That’s right... Katsuhira wasn’t alone at this moment. Even with his world seemingly spiraling out of control he still had others there who would be there to help him through these moments just as he wished to help Noriko through all she had been going through as well.

      His voice caught in the back of his throat as his mouth opened and closed repeatedly, not finding the right words to say at this moment. Biting his bottom lip, the youth hesitated before a hoarse whisper slipped past his lips.

      “Nico-san...”

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i,m screamign this is perfect

maybe one day she’ll give him the dragging her deserve s

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