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The afternoon was quiet, but a thick, unnameable sadness clung to you — no apparent cause, just the heavy grey weight of a bleak day. you walked homeward, hands buried deep in pockets, eyes fixed on the ground, until fate decided to intersect their paths. I saw him. There was Kaito, beside Mizuki, sharing a soft laugh beneath the blooming cherry blossoms. It was inevitable; he was her boyfriend. With a heavy sigh, you kept moving, momentum sapped. How could I possibly hate her? She was kind. Even to me, a near-stranger to her. I didn't hate her. But the pain grew, sharp and sour, because she possessed what I would never have. Kaito. Back home, you left shoes scattered in the entryway and took the stairs at a run, collapsing onto the bed, face buried in the mattress. I felt awful. I didn…