Natsume-san, do you have someone you like?
There are many.
I see, I only like Natsume-san.
How much time has passed, she no longer remembers how many times the seasons have changed. Which year there was a heavy rain in the summer, and which year there was so much snow in the winter, these are already scattered brushstrokes in tens of millions of memories.
The light brown-haired boy in the photo smiled softly, and her fingertips gently stroked his cheek.
Natsume Takashi.
She muttered the name silently in her heart, raised her head, and the sun was raging on her light golden hair. That glance seemed to have transcended thousands of rivers and mountains.
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P. S: This is my first attempt to write about healing. I will try my best, so please don't be offended if it's OOC. I won't update it for now.
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