the gentle whisper of the wind, II

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The bell rang, signaling the end of classes.

The teacher put his hands together and dismissed the students with a small clap of his palms, walking away soon after.

Friends slowly went near each other's seats, talking about the latest trends on the internet and their current situations, leaving the room group by group.

Somehow, Nao never seemed to like crowds.

He had a small group of friends back when he was a child, but he didn't mind to make any when he grew up.

Nao stood up and left his seat, putting his book bag behind him.

He proceeded to go to his usual spot before going home:

The small field near the school.

A place of peace.

A place where he could appreciate the beauty of nature.

He walked towards a large tree where he usually sits down and rests, and saw the figure of a girl with dark-colored hair sitting down a mechanical chair with wheels on its side; a wheelchair.

She looked at him, and he looked at her.

They exchanged glances without a thought in their heads.

The leaves swayed in unison, yet in different directions, the calming sound whispering in their ears.




"...Hello."

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