the despair of tomorrow. XIII

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It was the day after Hana learned about her condition.

Everything looked black and white.

No matter how much she searched,

everything looked the same.

Hana couldn't even find the strength

to look outside the window.

She was afraid―

afraid that her whole world will disappear.

Why?

Why me?


What did I do?

There were traces of tears again in her eyes.

She couldn't see through the thin layers of water.

Everything was a blur.




She clenched her fist,

unable to show her emotions fully.

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