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::  alternate ending  ::
::  If chapter ten ended on a better note cause I know some of y'all wanted a happy ending 🥺✨. ::

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" Before I loved you , love ,

nothing was my own :

I wavered through the streets ,

among objects :

Nothing mattered or had a name :

The world was made of air ,

which waited .

I knew rooms full of ashes ,

tunnels where the moon lived ,

rough warehouses that growled get lost.

Questions that insisted in the sand.

Everything was empty , dead , mute ,

Fallen abandoned , and decayed :

Inconceivably alien ,

It all belonged to someone elseto no one :

Till your beauty and your poverty

filled the autumn plentiful with gifts ."

Sonnet XXV || pablo neruda

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a year and a half later
:: the Ishida family farm ::
Kumo, Hokkaido , Japan
— 12:38 p.m || JST

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    Oikawa squatted down under the large, low hanging Fuji apple tree. The shade it provided was enough to cover the entirety of the fenced garden, stretching back a bit into the open field behind the house.
He let out an exasperated breath as soon as his back hit the foot of the tree stump.

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