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| In the midst of pitch darkness, cherry blossom petals continued to fall without end.
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| A figure approached. When he realized I was there, he smiled.
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| Like a small ripple, a warm feeling spread through my heart. So happy…
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| When I tried to approach, that person went back the way they came.
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| ---……brother…..?
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| Chasing after the figure that distances itself. But regardless of how much I run, the gap continues to widen.
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| The hand that reaches out so desperately is so small, like a maple leaf.
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| --Why……
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| I felt like crying. That was the only person there for me.
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| Don’t go. Don’t go.
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| Don’t leave me alone.
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| The cherry blossoms blew away. They became wisterias, they became sweet osmanthus…… they became snowflakes.
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| The figure blended in with the snow, and vanished.
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| I kept waiting. Through spring, through summer, through autumn, through winter. Always.
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| --Don’t go.
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| I don’t even dare to say those words.
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| --Don’t go.
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| Just as I felt I was about to fall to my knees in despair, someone grabbed my hand firmly from behind.
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| Surprised. ……I turned around slowly.
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| --Waking with a start, the familiar face of a guard was right beside him.
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| “……Sei-ran……?”
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| “Forgive me for presuming to enter without our permission. You were crying out in your sleep……”
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| The emperor slowly sat up on his bed. After taking the evening meal together with Shuurei and returning to his chambers, he’d apparently fell asleep.
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| He was covered in cold sweat. When he thought to wipe the sweat from his bow, the emperor finally realized that he was holding Seiran’s hand.
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