One.

How many days has it been since I saw him?

It seems like it's been too long, haven't you seen it for a long time? Decade? Century? Millennium? Years?

Smelling the fragrance of flowers, I reacted, it seems that it has only been five days.

I picked up my hand and gently played with my fingers, the pollen was also on it, and it was so empty.

I've been living this kind of life for a long time, but now I don't like it, why? Piling up my own thoughts, thinking beyond myself, I looked at me in my hands.

It was originally meant to symbolize one's superiority over humans, but in retrospect, it was a tool that imprisoned oneself. It seems like I'm just like those inferior things.

Tired, when should I go to him?

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Two.

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"It's been a long time, have you come to see me?" I smiled and said to the person in front of me.

It's clear that I'm beyond humans, so why do I care so much about this guy? But after not seeing him for a few days, he will still come.

He didn't speak, looked at the door I pushed open, bowed to me, and walked to my desk with a smile on his face.

Ah, we are so similar, the same smile, the same attitude, in the face of such a similar guy to ourselves, it seems that we can only laugh.

I walked over to the table and poured him a glass of water: humans are so weak that they still need to be hydrated from time to time.

"Is there anything interesting today?" He opened his mouth and asked me.

I crossed my feet, looked at the pale ceiling, licked my lips, and thought about what I should say. But I seem to have some pollen on the tip of my nose, which is nice.

Coming back to his senses, he looked at me quietly, and instead of drinking water, he looked at me with a smile.

I rubbed the tip of my nose and dipped the pollen on my hand: "As always, the flowers are open, and I love flowers that are in full bloom." ”

"Really? But I think I've known this for a long time, so let's talk about today. "I knew he would say that, and that guy didn't know the narrator's hard work.

However, the mood is not bad.

I still slowly talked to him about the day, boring and boring. The best flowers hadn't been cultivated yet, and the pollen was so pollen that it had contaminated my body, and I was upset.

"Well, if you finish the best flower ......" he wanted to say I know.

I interrupted him and preemptively said, "I'll give it to you." "I knocked on the table, not knowing why I was like this, why I swore to him.

"That's for the best." He looked at me, smiling like a butterfly's wings. He stood up and thanked me, "Thank you. ”

He left. The water glass is full.

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Three.

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Lately, he's been coming a little more often. Sometimes in the evening, sometimes in the evening, sometimes in the sunny, sometimes in the cloudy day, sometimes in the flower field, sometimes at home.

"Really, you've been here a lot lately, haven't you?" I questioned him so, at dusk.

He always laughed and didn't answer, so I didn't know how to question him.

When he appeared in the flower field, the goblins would always avoid him with a look of horror, as if he were some kind of demon.

I was surprised, but conflicted. I don't think that guy is going to be hated by the beauty-loving goblins, but I love the fact that the goblins avoid him because it marks one thing.

He's mine.

Still, I'll tease him and ask him if he's done something to the goblins.

He always laughed and didn't answer, and I couldn't bear it anymore.

Sometimes, the sudden appearance of a creature to talk to is better than nothing, and I suddenly can't remember when he started coming to me.

I can make the flower field grow beautiful flowers, but I've had enough of this meaningless behavior in the first few decades of my long years.

I always complained to him, you obviously don't know how to grow flowers, why do you still come to me? But many times, when I asked, I was afraid that he would suddenly understand and leave.

But at this time, he would always patiently watch my movements, and occasionally pin his head and smell the flowers.

The red of the morning glow also seems to never go away.

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Four.

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I remembered when he was here, and why he was here.

He's for that guy, right? He came here five months ago.

I muttered, ready to knock his head with my hand, laughing at why he came, aren't you afraid of me?

He dodged with ease, smiling and waving his trademark hand. I was a little angry, but it suddenly occurred to me that if I did hit him, would he probably die?

He's been here a lot now, too.

But when he first came, it was about the same as now. With the same ease and fearlessness, I don't quite understand his courage. But I love it.

I remembered what he was here for, so I raised my mouth and shouted, "Hey, aren't you afraid that she will come to me?" She knows me well! ”

He sat down gently, sat down in his chair, and said with a smile, "How could I be afraid?" Afraid of those rouge dreams? ”

Rouge is a dream that is really an adjective that I don't know. I couldn't help but complain about him, but I saw that his smile remained the same, and his fingers tapped on the table.

The sky was bright, and his face flickered, so that I couldn't see clearly for a while.

I was momentarily curious, and I put my face in his face, but he always kept a proper distance. Until Apollo was born, he had left with his own colors.

This guy is really a bewitching camellia.

Camellia is a beautiful and fresh flower, but it can make you feel something that has never existed, it is really ............

It's beautiful.

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Five.

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The blonde guy is coming, annoying guy.

She can't bring good things, every time before she arrives, he will leave early, it's really unpleasant, obviously I'm still here, why be afraid of her?

Finally, today, my mood has reached an incomprehensible extreme. In a parasol that doesn't normally bloom, if I do it, it will appear.

"Really...... It's been a long time since you've been so interested. The blond-haired guy looked at me, but the smile on his face didn't stop: "Remember the last time you had such an interest, it was more than five hundred years ago, right?" Or maybe my perception of time has changed, or maybe I'm misremembering. ”

I don't remember anything about 500 or 60 years. Probably about him for six months I will remember.

She walked around me with an umbrella full of flowers, and I was bored to see it. So, I raised my hand and blasted a beam of pure energy at her.

She seemed surprised, but there was a bit of surprise in her surprised expression: "Let's fight." ”

The blonde guy pounced on me, and I didn't pounce on her gracefully.

In front of him in the flower field on the side, he fought an extreme, hearty and all-out battle. However, Hanada has also been razed after the battle, and it is unknown if he escaped.

But in my experience, he's going to go, so I'm not worried at all.

When he came to me with a clap, I couldn't help but smile at him.

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Six.

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She came more and more often, he came less and less, and it seemed that she came more often to make him come less.

So I'm often looking for ways to get her back now.

But every time I tried to get rid of her like that, she would reject me outright and fight me.

Every time, we fought until there was not a trace of demonic power in our bodies, and then we dispersed. She still doesn't know what Gensokyo means to be the strongest, and I'll let her know one day.

I always puff up with him after every fight, but he doesn't have the right to speak, after all, he's very weak.

However, when I drove her away today, she uncharacteristically told the truth that if you came, he wouldn't come, and she uncharacteristically didn't drag me to continue the fight.

As soon as she's gone, he'll come, and I'll tell him about the battle, and while it's pretty much the same, I'm sure it's going to blow up something as fragile as humanity.

There's nothing to say today.

The next day, she came again.

She said.

He doesn't exist.

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Seven.

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I looked at the delicate flower in front of me, but I didn't have the strength to take care of it, and it was clear that if I used my strength gently, it would stand up.

But I didn't even think of moving a finger, and now I was alive empty, wandering in every part of the flower field.

I played out in anger that day, and for the first time I drew with her, and she dragged her mutilated body and called me to go to the village to see.

Naturally, I believed him, and I accompanied her to consult what had been recorded by other humans.

It never had this name on it.

Who is he, after all? Why did I know him? I don't know his name, so why do I think he must exist? Why do I think I must know his name?

Why do I know his name doesn't have his name in that notebook? I couldn't quite understand it, but I realized that he hadn't been here since that day.

Suddenly, a whole world surged into my heart that made me want to destroy without words. Because I found out without him.

There was an old guy who saw my situation, she looked at me and gave me two bottles of medicine.

One bottle, I won't see him again. I shattered.

A bottle and I'll definitely see him. I finished drinking.

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Eight.

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I didn't dare touch him anymore, and although his smile was still there, I was happy to be watched by him.

Look at him for a long time, look at him for a long time, look at him for a long time.

I began to make up for the piece I had forgotten.

Ah, your name is ...... [**], isn't it? I remember.

I looked at him and muttered. He looked at me too, and although he didn't speak, his face became clearer.

If you are my fiction, how can you have a name? The world must have forgotten you, right?

I no longer doubt myself, but the world.

Maybe someone else forgot about you, right? But how can I forget you?

But what do I remember?

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