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How long has it been... since I last cried?
Even when it was too painful to endure,
even when Leo had left him alone before,
even when he had been at that person's funeral,
he hadn't cried.
Not once.
Not once, in the past two years.
If he cried, it would be all his fault.
If he cried, someone would get hurt again.
If he cried, it would just be a bother to everyone.
Fujiwara Ao didn't cry, because he didn't deserve to cry.
Yet... why now?
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If I was able to turn back the time, I would.
Then I'll make it so that everything I destroyed will be right again.
Then I'll make it so that all the pain and tragedy that's happened because of me never did.
Everyday, I feel like something is eating away at me.
Slowly.
Slowly.
Slowly...
Until I can no longer remember when the last time it was when I felt that it was alright to be here.
I...
I... can't take it anymore.
It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts—
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'I'm fine', I said.
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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...