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Day after day, pranks after cruel teasing and name-calling, the boy still stayed by her side and didn't mind her mean friends. Walking home together one day, one of the children went too far, and told the boy that if he dared to run across the busy street, his beloved classmate will give him a hug. ...

A young classmate gave him a domino mask, a half-mask, and gently asked him to wear it for her. Putting it on.. and seeing a different face in the glass, the boy could finally speak again. 'thank you..' he told her... the very first words of his new life... Growing fond of her, the boy followed her ...

The boy woke up days later, sealed alive inside a 'glass coffin', clawing and screaming for hours until they restrained him. Half of his body rotten and black, he should not have survived at all, forced to become the living horror looking back through the glass. Listed as deceased by mistake, his au...

For four years, the boy looked after his sister, for four years he didn't have his mother anymore. His aunt supported them as best she could. But the boy stopped going to school, and his father couldn't work. Arranging for welfare services to take his sister and the boy next, the aunt angered the bo...

Years before... a whole lifetime ago... Waiting outside a hospital room, was a four year old boy, his father, and his aunt carrying a crying newborn. His father was too despondent, so in his father's stead, the boy was the first to hold and comfort his baby sister, before the nurses took her into th...

It's not a happy story..... but I have to tell you.

It's now or never, 'all or nothing'.

“I-Iwanako..?” The air carrying buttery hints of fresh breads from the Furukawa bakery, she seems reluctant to take another step, as if we're at the point of no return. “What is it..?” “Iwanako... what is it that you want most?” Everything around me blurs brightly as I remember a half-hidden smile, ...

Feeling warm drops of her sadness rest upon my shoulder, I caress her smooth face as she starts to let go.. “You crybaby..” I wipe away a tear upon her cheek, and let her bright smile beam forever in my heart.. I'll remember her... this beautiful person... my dearest friend, Kaori. “I love you.” I w...

“Oh..! Iwanako, I keep forgetting to tell you that..” “Hmm?” “I.. me and Lionel... we'll be leaving soon. To go.. travelling. Next month. This will be our last time seeing each other.....” Smiling for her, I hold her hand warmly to let her know how I feel... “Have a good time, Kaori....., I'll miss ...

“I keep... there is this boy, I knew him once, but I've forgotten who he is...” “You.. we've been through that before, it's behind us. You told me you had let it go.” “I-I know.. but it-it's still there... I don't even know if I'm imagining it.” “You're not..” “K-Kaori?” “Err, nothing. Nothing.” She...

I treasure Kaori's gentle kindness, and I'll keep forever in my heart these easing moments of memories, half-hiding that furtive shadow of a little boy I used to know... “You look worried, Iwanako..” Kaori can already tell my thoughts from just body language alone.. “Y-yeah... a little...” Idly sitt...

Ever since our time together that day... For every two weeks, or once a month when she's busy, Kaori would wait for me in her office.. For when I would come by, after a long train ride, and tell her about my life.. For when we're not being counsellor and client, we would have lunch from the bakery a...

She stands to her feet, smoothing her long skirt and unfolding a white cane... tapping her way to come near beside me.. She's.. blind? No.. she can still see enough to gently rest her hand on my shoulder... “This might seem.. unusual, but I want you to think of me.. –to regard me as... –to.....” “To...

Kaori and I both slowly realise it...; I'm not... 'ready'.. to let go of those dark shadows..., I'm not 'willing' to change, and just suddenly 'become a happier person'... even if that's what I desperately want... the reason why I came here. Suddenly remembering to ask her for the time, Kaori alread...

Slowly.. after some time, she calms down enough to actually help me, effortlessly convincing me to open up about my past.. It seems I have a lot of sadness pent up inside, even hatred if I dare admit, stemming from how my foster parents treated me. – She keeps saying my insistence on referring to th...