July 6th
On the 60th day, you always looked out the window thoughtfully. The moment the wind blew in, I wonder if it was an illusion - you smiled so calmly.
"Is this a joke?"
"This is a sad joke"
"That's right, you are my brother." Looking at the scenery he had seen, it was no longer there. I tried my best to call out "brother". This "brother" was probably the most unpleasant sound in my life. Look at me, my deskmate and confidant for three years, am I now my "sister"? You said she was a scourge before, killing your mother, and now I think so too, with her, disturbing your quiet life for the second time...
Do you hate me?
At least I don't hate you now.
Once upon a time, you said that I was the box you stole from God, capable of containing all your worries.
Now, you say you can't hold it anymore and it's time to throw it away...