You're so kind, Kazuhiko. That's what I like about you." I like you, too. I love you so much." If he weren't so inarticulate, Kazuhiko could have said so much more. How much her expression, her gentle manner, her pure untainted soul meant to him. How important, in short, her existence was to him. But he wasn't able to put into words. He was only a third-year student in junior high, and worst yet, composition was one of his worst subjects.

By then she was dead. In fact, she may have been dead a while ago. Physically, several seconds ago, mentally, ages ago.

We're still on the run. That's for sure.

There's no end to suspicion once you get going.

Yes, just like those flowers. There's something strained, but there's beauty in that. Something like that

Now, once again, 2 students left. But of course they're a part of you now.

I just didn't want to be a loser anymore... -Mitsuko Souma