"keiji, there will be a convention around here soon. do you want to accompany me there?" i asked, about a week after the incident.
you hummed. "when?"
"this weekend."
"oh," you said. "i can't."
"why?"
you were silent, and i saw your eyes slowly darted to the side. i followed your gaze.
there, stood them.
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Dead Leaves ↬ Akaashi Keiji ✓
Random[short story; lowercase intended] ❝ it's breaking, i can see the thing called the end ❞ in which a friendship between two people were meant to be temporary.
