Result

I was entering yet another new year at middle school. Keeping busy to take my mind off things, I was perfecting myself, my handsome appearance was perfecting itself, while my insides were a mess.

My sentences became short because I was aiming to disengage conversation entirely.

“Rintarō-kun, please go out me?”

“Rintarō, let’s take a yearbook photo!”

“Rintarō–”

Sorry world. Was there anyone here except my memories?

I loved Yui.

Yui was still out there in the world, right?

Yui existed, right?

I wasn’t a fool in love, a fool who had lost love?

…Right?