Those encounters are always short-lived because they are beautiful.
The wind lingered on her forehead, blowing Natsume's short, soft and fine hair away.
He opened his eyes, which were slightly squinted and stung by the sun.
What was projected into the boy's clear pupils was the gentle woman's smiling face.
She stood under the shade of a tree, her long black hair gently touching the green leaves in the wind.
Everything around him became silent.
Just like before.
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