"It's you, it's all because of you! What's the 'magic mirror'? Let me destroy you, and see how you can become a 'magic' again? Haha... Ha..."
The pain of losing Fujima made Amu lose all reason. Looking at the mirror that took Fujima's life, Amu threw it to the ground with all his strength.
The mirror is broken.
Piece by piece, they shimmered with purple light, as if they were covered with a dark purple carpet.
Slowly, Amu picked up a piece of debris and looked at the beautiful dark purple light. Slowly. Put it on your wrist. A trace of blood was lightly drawn. Looking at Fujima's peaceful face, Amu kissed Fujima's lips again, gently and softly. Finally, he closed his eyes again.
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