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My third year in highschool started like a déjà vu:

“Mada mada dane.”

The grin reached his beautiful golden eyes and the emerald hair shimmered in the sun. I’m thinking of this moment over and over again. It’s the only thing that keeps me up.

The nightmare came in the middle of our ceremonious day. We just decided to celebrate our first win at Taka’s restaurant when that idiot barged through the gate.

Back then everything happened so fast – now everything is painfully slow:

He shouted, wanted us to get down. I couldn’t move.

*Pang*

The shot never got to me.

“Ryoma!”

A/N: Another sad story and another follow-up drabble. I don’t know why but I’m just not in the mood for happy-ending stories for now. I can’t promise it’s going to lighten up but I’ll try hard not to let everyone die. Hope to see you again in “Merry Christmas”!

~Disclaimer~

I do not, in any way, profit from the stories and all creative rights to the characters belong to their original creators.

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