the seeds of uncertainty, XVII

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I never thought I'd be so agitated by that.

He grasped his bag tightly.

"N-Never mind. Please excuse me."

For Nao, that burst of emotions was eerily familiar. He couldn't quite wrap his hands around it, but it was really familiar.

"Is that me?

My real self?" He thought.

...Is there even a real me?

Nevertheless, he ran.

As though the quiet moving of the sun's rays urged him to go, he ran.

Even though he didn't know why, he ran.

The only thing left in his mind... was,

I have to go there.

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