Morning when bud grenades travel.
Bud Grey was in Lilong's student club room in the early morning, when the students had not yet attended school.
Plane time is before lunch. There was only a little bit of time left in the bud grenade on the day it was still today.
Windy told me yesterday and I thought hard. What you can do. what really is the best thing.
We thought about what we should do best for ourselves, not for each other.
"I guess I'm on my own.... but Kamiyo-kun is the same."
Bud grenades stand in front of the chairman's seat. There is no such thing.
Throwing words toward a blank seat has not responded.
"I'm sorry I couldn't tell you directly."
That's what Sprout said, putting what he had in his right hand in the chairman's seat. That's the cotton, and makes a small noise.
"Clumsy each other, this is good, right?"
Bud Grey laughed and left the student club room.
(10) He comes to school at the usual time. The words uttered on the Holy Night kept my head in extension, and I could barely sleep.
I tried to call the bud grenade house many times, but I didn't even know if it was something I could call in late at night, and I ended up having a morning.
Keep it from yourself, I don't even know what more to say to the bud grenade. I don't want to expose myself to pity. The more I thought about it, the more and more I felt like I was in the mud.
Go into the classroom, put your stuff away.
There are already several students in the class, and the landscape is the same as usual. One thing remains the same.
To myself a year ago, just go back. Days without bud grenades. I mean, that's what I mean.
"Kamiyo-kun"
(10) He is called by his name to raise his face. I put on a refreshing smile to fix it.
"What?"
The lady in the class speaks to me and asks nicely. Removing the muffler, he listened to the female student as he packed his things.
"Tell the teacher to go to the president's office when he's ready."
"Oh...... yeah. Okay."
The ceremony will be held at the beginning of the first limit. Prior to that, he was supposed to go to the president's office and head to the ceremony with the president and the principal. This time, it's enough for one person, so there's no assistant.
"You're going to the ceremony, right? Good luck."
That's what the female student added after a message from the teacher.
- Good luck.
In his head, he hears a bud grenade. "Hang in there," a bud grenade said to me yesterday, wearing a female student's voice.
"Kamiyo-kun?
In a surprised face, the female student looks strange. Noticing that, he laughed hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
"Thanks.... I'll do my best"
Return to who I was a year ago. That doesn't even come true anymore.
A year ago, Xu did not know the existence of bud grenades, nor did she feel lonely in the words of support of female students.
By the time I took for granted the days when there were no more buds, I couldn't go back.
Realizing that, he headed to the student council room to prepare for the ceremony.
I feel like I have a long way to go to the student club room.
If I walked around thinking about the bud grenade, I felt the distance was longer.
Are bud grenades headed for the airport by now? Or are we already at the airport and waiting for the Bo time?
Will you remember me at all?
Everything, if you run by the bud grenade, you'll know. I ran away and threw it all out. I don't deserve to know that.
With painful emotions, he reached the Student Council Room.
There are lots of memories of shoots and grenades there. It all started here.
The door slowly opens and enters.
- Kamiyo-kun, you're annoying.
The voice immediately echoed in his head. But there's no sign of her there.
It's not even time yet. How many times just today? Xu laughs mocking herself. From now on, I will always think about the appearance of bud grenades. I will stick to the past, and I will not look forward.
"Do you... proceed?
Bud grenade stares at the seat where he always sat, and he asks bitterly. There were no words to return, and only uncut thoughts danced through the universe.
Keep moving to the chairman's seat. But the leg stopped in front of the chairman's seat.
There was a voice recorder in the chairman's seat. Something I didn't leave on my way home yesterday.
"This is Camero's..., no..."
Take it away and think. This voice recorder was previously made by Lailuo. But if I remember correctly, it should have been the first time the bud grenade went to La Fausto School, when Lai Luo was handing it to the bud grenade.
Sure enough, when it was over, Laila decided to give it back to Bud Grenade. So I remember very well.
"Here you are."
Xu smiled bitterly. What parting words are spinning inside that voice recorder, the farther you think the play button is.
But if I could listen to the real thoughts of the bud grenade, I had no other means than this voice recorder anymore.
Accept any word. If you swore you'd affirm all the words of the bud grenade, then you could draw all the thoughts hidden in that voice recorder.
"... everything, I affirm."
Xu decided his mind and pressed the play button on the voice recorder. Then a murmur called Zather sounded from the voice recorder, and a loving voice sounded.
"Uh, uh... I can record it, I guess"
I laugh like a microphone test. That eased the tension a little bit.
"Kamiyo-kun"
On the other side of the voice recorder, the bud grenade inserted a cough and spun the words straight into the
'You've noticed the voice recorder properly that you're listening to this. In preparation for the ceremony, Kamiyo-kun thought he would come to the student council room and left it here'.
The bud grenade had a good grasp of the behavior of the bamboo. Probably the easiest place to reach the eye of the school is the chair seat in the student council room. If you leave it poorly on your class desk or in a drawer, it could be lost or unnoticed.
I think of the bud grenade, who calmly made the right decision, and he laughs thinly.
'Eh... I don't know what to say from... I probably don't think I can put together what I'm trying to say. I think I'm going to say something so fucked up... and I really suck at words... but if you're Kamiyo-kun, you'll forgive me.'
I heard a bud grenade lit up laugh.
A wood-spirited bud grenade voice in a quiet indoor. It was like if I closed my eyes, the bud grenade would really be there.
'First things first...... It was a short time ago... but I'm glad I became Kamiyo-kun's lover.'
I guess the word lover stinks. The bud grenade became a tribute, and it was like a bud grenade, and the sneer laughed.
"Kamiyo-kun sometimes scorns (makes me) about himself... he's a really perfect person for me, to the point where I get anxious about whether something can line up next to him..."
To the words of the bud grenade, he exhales. That was this dialogue, and as troubled as it was, he narrowed his eyes and turned to the words that followed.
"Kamiyo-kun is and always will be my admirer... only one person I like"
My breath stopped for a moment.
That was a bud grenade vow. A vow to think about it for ever to come.
I don't know what's ahead. Even though there was no such thing as a guarantee that I wouldn't change my mind, bud grenades swore it.
"Me, too, I didn't think it was a mistake that Kamiyoshi-kun and I had a sayonara that day.... If one day Kamiyo-kun will love me enough to be a burden... while they think I like me, I know how it feels to want to end up with beautiful memories'
The bud grenade voice was sad. I'm sure she looked like she was about to cry again when she was mouthing it.
Even though I can't love the bud grenade, the sound of the grunt won't reach the bud grenade.
If you think so, so do bud grenades. The key fact is that he has yet to realize it.
"But... I'm not sure Kamiyo-kun can think of me even when I'm away"
The bud grenade feels the same way. Just as I was not sure that the sprouts would continue to think of me, I was also not sure that the sprouts would think of me as a sprouts. We were both confident that we would remember each other, but we weren't sure that we could imagine each other.
"Kamiyo-kun is right...... when I come back here again, if Kamiyo-kun's thoughts and mine haven't changed, I think we can laugh and stay together again. But a bondless relationship doesn't guarantee that. '
Because of the bondage, I can receive thoughts. Now that the bondage has been broken, the thoughts of the bud grenade and the pomegranate are uncertain in the universe. The bud grenade realized that because of the lack of bondage, the extra thoughts would slip away. And I'm telling you.
"Kamiyo-kun"
A bud grenade calls for a shovel. The joy called in that voice is surely not to be compensated for by others.
"I don't want to think about how Kamiyo-kun likes other kids.... It's a lie that Kamiyo-kun doesn't complain about liking someone else. I couldn't help it because I was away, because I would never be able to break it. '
The decisions we made, to reduce our own wounds. However, the wound received at the point of separation of the mind was large and the wound became slightly lighter, which did not change the pain.
'I'm sorry. I'll tie Kamiyo-kun up. "
I was about to walk over from the bud grenade to the shovel.
The bud grenade leaves words so that the thoughts of the pontificate do not shake.
"I like Kamiyo-kun. So...... '
The body hits the table next to the chairman's seat. That's where I once had sprouts and Othello.
"... eh"
The eyes open. At the same time, the bud grenades were also saying their last words.
"I'll leave my thoughts beside Kamiyo-kun."
Othello's plate placed on the table. Paved white and black stones are of equal number.
Its placement is the same as that of the bud grenade and the first Othello result.
It's no coincidence. If I could make this deliberately, it would be just one person, a bud grenade.
At that time, the scenery you were looking at was completely different from the one you're looking at right now. In just one year, his heart changed dramatically.
It was no other sprouts that changed it.
'That's the only message I have from you.... Kamiyo-kun'
The words of the end of the bud grenade are echoing indoors.
"Be well."
That's what the bud grenade says, and the recorder cuts the sound. No one was already in the student council room then.