the gentle whisper of the wind, XV

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The bell sounded signifying the end of classes.

The radiant orange tint of the sun covered the room, as the students left the room. Nao packed his bags and left through the front door of the school.

He felt the recognizable feeling of nostalgia.

Nao remembered the days when he spent the day with his former friends.



The moments when they laughed,

the moments when they cried,

and the moments when they were inseparable.


But most of all,

he missed them.

Even though they were no longer by his side.

Even though...

they took his most beloved thing in the world.



Nao went to the usual place, his bag slumped over his shoulder.

As always, there she was.


A faint smile apparent in her lips.



As they talked,

he found himself spacing out.




Like the leaves on autumn,

his visage showed a different tone,
his eyes full of emptiness.







He couldn't stop comparing her to them.

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