Collie came over and hugged her and gave her a pat on the back.

�There is no need to be afraid.�Scars don�t go away, but as you live, so many new scars form that you don�t know which ones Sirone left behind.�Then you�ll be fine again.�Just live like that.�

Maya rubbed her face against Collie�s chest.

�It is not living.�With no hope����How can I live?�

�Maya, I don�t live for hope.�It is to create hope in order to live.�I won�t be able to forget it, but everything will be alright.�You can create another hope.�

�I hate that.�I want Sirone to come to me.�She wants you to love me with poetry.�

When cut by a knife, it doesn�t hurt.�What really hurts was when I realized I had been cut.

That is why the emotion Maya felt now was fear, not pain.�Fear of the pain to come.

�The more tender the heart, the harder it will be.�But Maya, an artist is someone who talks about humans.�Even when he looks down from a high place, he never sees humans.�So remember today�s pain.�Sing in the lowest place.�Then one day everyone will heal your wounds.�

Collie stroked Maya�s back.

Her shoulders trembled pitifully, like a baby bird whose wings have been snapped by a storm.

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3 am.

Since there was no intention of sleeping in the first place, Sirone returned to the inn and washed herself and changed into new clothes.

As I sat down at my desk and blocked my thoughts for a while, the lingering lingering sound of crying leaked out by itself.

�Has everything been sorted out now?�

Withdrew from the Supernatural Psychic Research Society.�Nade was very angry, but eventually hugged him and told him to come back no matter what.

And today, I ended my own goodbyes to Maya and Amy.

I wanted to sever all ties before going to heaven.

No, I had to.

If you have any regrets here, you will hesitate at the decisive moment.�Because you will hesitate in a situation where you must die.

In a short period of time, Sirone had sorted out all the ties that could be sorted out.

But still, the faces of precious people came to my mind.

Ryan, Tess, and����Parents who always want only their son�s happiness.

I was fortunate enough to say I love you before leaving home.

It was, truly, the best thing in Sirone�s life.

I opened the drawer and took out a clean stationery.�The greetings that could not be said now had no choice but to be conveyed in writing.

Spinning the nib with her finger, Sirone finally wrote a letter on the paper.

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