"Card..." He rubbed it and called someone.
There was only the breeze, the sun, the chirping of birds, and no one answered him.
"Ka?" He opened his eyes, but there was no warmth in the quilt beside him. He called again: "Ka..."
That evening when the sky was filled with sunset, he killed him. When he called him, showed a gentle smile, and opened his arms to hug him...
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