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The final confession was on the last day of school — under the cherry blossoms after their graduation ceremony.

Chiyo was on her way home, carrying both her school bag and black certificate tube when a soft breeze blew by. She stopped in her tracks, holding her hair back to prevent it from being whisked up alongside the rain of pink petals. Her gaze followed a few flew toward the sun.

The ceremony went by relatively quickly. They walked the stage, sang the school anthem, then the student council president gave a farewell speech as a representative of the graduating students.

When Chiyo went on stage to receive her diploma, she was surprised to see her father sitting at the back of the gym, amongst the sea of parents with the proudest grin she's ever seen. He had taken the morning off to be present at this major milestone in his daughter's life. But alas, money didn't make itself and the Amari family still needed to eat. So after a few heartfelt words, taking a couple of photos and giving her the tightest hug humanly possible, Chiyo's father was back in the car on his way to work.

Being a graduate meant she also had a half-day of school. So after seeing her father off, Chiyo spent some time with her friends and classmates. They took pictures with the teachers, signed each other's yearbooks and spent their last hour or so reminiscing on the past three years they'd spent together. In which Chiyo spent most of her time wiping away her friends' snot and tears with tissues.

𝗭𝗢𝗘𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗘ミ.nishinoya yuuOù les histoires vivent. Découvrez maintenant