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In front of me, there is a house......

The house was surrounded by a white iron fence and was a two-storey villa.

I glanced carefully at the door number.

"Ichinose"

I couldn't help but rush to the door of the house.

There is a doorbell on the wooden gate.

When I was about to press it, I hesitated for some reason.

It doesn't feel right.

As far as I can remember, I never entered through the front door.

Take a look around.

There is a path around the hedges around the house.

In the shadow of the pantry, gardening tools such as buckets, shovels, shears and lawnmowers are placed.

This path probably leads to the courtyard.

I walked around the trail.

The sky is getting dark.

The smell of herbs was in the air.

The soil beneath your feet also becomes soft.

In front of me is a long-abandoned courtyard.

On the grass that grows arbitrarily, many weeds grow high.

Next to the overturned round table, two chairs lay crookedly.

The coating has peeled off and is covered in mottled black sè rust.

The evening breeze blows, blowing through this forgotten ruin-like landscape.

I stood there.

It wasn't like this before.

This meadow used to be neatly manicured.

This table and chair are also painted snow white.

The brick flower beds are in full bloom with various flowers.

In the past, I was always greeted by such a paradise-like scenery.

Because there's a gap in the hedge, that's my entrance......

…… What is it?

Strange sensations...... Is that a familiar feeling?

I know this place.

Still, I don't know why I knew.

Wordlessly, he brushed aside the weeds and walked forward step by step.

Clumps of weeds wrapped around my feet as if they were trying to block my path.

I'm going to the living room across the courtyard.

The tall wood-framed glass door was shut.

The curtains were drawn, and it was impossible to see what was inside.

However, the glass door on the side opened a crack as if to suggest something.

Probably someone has been here.

I put my hand on the door frame and it creaked.

Push the door open little by little.

I took off my shoes and walked upstairs to my apartment.

It's dark inside.

Walking on the wooden floor, the air around you seems to freeze.

The incredible taste like the sunset that fades away.

Take a closer look around.

There is a table in the middle of the living room, a sofa and a corner table on the wall......

And they have long been covered with a thick layer of dust, which hides the texture.

No one must have touched it in years.

I cautiously walked out of the living room and inside.

There is a staircase halfway down the hallway to the second floor.

Step by step, slowly walk upstairs.

I pursued the ethereal memories that seemed to belong to me at all.

Walked lightly to the room deep on the second floor.

Why I know this, even I can't tell.

Ultimately......

I stopped at the last door.

With a push of his hand, the door was not locked.

Once upon a time, this door was like this.

Slowly push the door open.

The smell of old books comes with the orange sunset.

I left the door open and looked around the room.

This is like a study.

In the surrounding closets, dense books are displayed side by side.

There is a magnificent wooden desk at the very back.

Right there......

Kotomi, motionless, sat on the floor.

Old newspapers, magazines, and books are scattered around...... It's all cut out pages.

The headline of the faded newspaper catches your eye very sharply.

"Fishing boat witnessed, plane crashed off the coast of Alaska."

"All 266 flight attendants and passengers were killed."

"The Ichinose couple are on the list of victims, and physics will have a huge impact."

"The super-unified theory was close to being published but died."

The paper cut out of the book is scattered around Kotomi, like a soldier who has fallen to protect Kotomi.

I picked one up and looked at it.

The small horizontal lead script reads:

"The study of the diversity of Ka~gaoka space with the anomaculiarity of the ade type ** has been organized in recent years based on the posthumous manuscript of the late Mr. and Mrs. Ichinose as follows: ......"

Paper slips off your fingertips.

"The late Mr. and Mrs. Ichinose."

Memories are intertwined.

Snow-white apron and fine pipe tobacco smell.

A beautiful garden that looks like the country of your dreams.

I remember.

At that time, Kotomi was still a very small girl.

At that time, she sat on the ground motionless, just crying.

The flame of the orange sè beats in front of my eyes......

Look up at the sky.

The sunset's face is so red that it is frightening.

It's like it's burning.

I wanted to cry, but I didn't.

Because I remembered what my father said.

It was a very, very good memory.

"God...... Listen to me, O God...... The plane that my father and mother were on fell overboard, and the plane sank into the sea there...... I thought, it must be because I'm a bad boy, it must be because I said things to my mom and dad that I hated them......"

I shouldn't have said that, it's all my fault.

"It must be because I actually like my mom and dad but I lie...... God...... It must be very cold in the sea, and I can't breathe, it must be very, very uncomfortable, cold, lonely, and if it were me, I would definitely cry, although my father and mother would not cry...... But I think, it must be, it will be very uncomfortable, cold and lonely, ......"

The invisible harp, the invisible, has always been a gentle guardian of my gods......

"God, my father once said that although the gods can't see us, they have always been looking at us gently, and I think you must be looking at me now, right? I think you must have heard me...... So, God, please...... Please let my mom and dad come back to the house, from now on, I will really be a good boy. ”

As long as Mom and Dad can come back, I'm willing to do anything.

"I'll never let Xing anymore, I'll never be a picky eater anymore, I'll eat everything, I'll go to school seriously, I'll never skip class again, I'll do a lot of homework, and then I'll read a lot of books, and become a person who comes out, so please let my dad and mom come back, please let my dad and mom come back home, please, let them come back, please let dad and mom, let them come back......"

"Please, let them come back."

"Let them come back......"

Listen intently again.

I'd love to hear the sound of a beautiful harp.

I really want to hear the gods speak to me gently.

But there was nothing.

No one spoke.

There is no such thing as a gentle god.

So, my dad and mom didn't come back either.

It's just me here.

I'm still alone.

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