When he walked to the door, Akashi said softly: "How dare you touch him."
How dare you.
The clear sky behind slowly dissipated, and fiery red clouds replaced the clear blue sky, like the last struggle of a flame. Deep and shallow clouds divided the field of vision, commemorating the dead time and the daily life that was about to die.
The diffuse air carries the unique flavor of time, and memories are compressed and accumulated like a crazy forest. Akashi rubbed the corner of his eyes and wondered why he remembered the day Kuroko died. He leaned down and placed a bunch of primroses in front of Kuroko's grave. The fingertips traced the bumps and grooves of the marble, bringing back dusty memories.
[Zheye, I'm here to see you.
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[The following comes from the original author [Rose Devillove]]:
This is my first time writing, so it's probably super bad☆
Yuseizao Series☆Personal Chaos Series☆Off Topic Series☆
Even though I tried hard not to think ooc, I still got ooc OTL☆
Pseudo-literary series☆Super weird groove☆Red and Black ONLY☆
Xiaosaoyiqing☆
…seems like that's all there is.
Original author Baidu ID: Qiangwei Devillove.
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Setting: Chihei is only a short story. This article is an entry for the ALL Heizi Bar May Essay Contest.
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