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°•_𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏; 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏》

Years after tragedy , the heart still hurts.
Though today is beautiful ,
even still ,
it mocks our heartbreak and sorrow .

-k  

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𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 ,

𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘.

𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒆 , 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔 ,

𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒂𝒎.

Shuichi Saihara was in town one frosty morning. He strolled through his town often; walks, strolls, they helped his peace of mind along with the cold air waking him up.
Every now and again he would pass by some sort-of remembrance of those years ago. Either a cozy coffee shop to a particular store or another familiar place. Over time , wounds healed, though scars were left , Saihara was able to at least not suffocate over guilt and loneliness over missing high school love and things that happened in the past. Where did the good old days go to ? It seemed like they were just dreams now. Life continues, but Shuichi's heart is frozen in time repeating the past.

But just because he could move on, that didn't mean he forgot everything.

𝐥𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚 ,

𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆.

𝐛𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚 ,

𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆.

Shuichi Saihara, a young man , only around his early twenties now and quite accomplished as a detetive for such a young age, looked at his phone as he looked up, finding a flower shop in front of him. Staring at it for a moment , he decided to go inside. He was suprised to see any open, but he knew someone who might like something from this place.