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50 years later. ..






On December 30th, 2070, it's already dark outside, and a cold breeze is touching my wrinkled skin. I decided to stay outside and gaze at the stars.






Kaori, how have you been in the sky?






Are you still watching us from above?







I guess you were laughing at me. Look at me. I had white hair and wrinkled skin. Do I look ugly?





I missed her so much.






I don't care any more if something bad happens to me.






It doesn't matter if I die here or not, as long as I die peacefully with her.




𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓  ⌒ jungwon ✓Donde viven las historias. Descúbrelo ahora