Do you imagine him looking into the air?
Start to complain about today's unhappiness
But when you finish thinking about it
I found that the only things I had were the air and the dim light of my hands that accompanied my eyes.
And the liquid that just fell down and is still warm
short story. The heroine likes Ace.
It's planned to be a long-form story, so it can be considered a long-form extra.
Conception: