Final

Subete (ending)

People passed by, staring, but never daring to stop and ask if the girl was okay. Even more confusing to passers-by than the fact she had collapsed in the sidewalk to cry in public was the fact she was clutching a faded gray yukata.

They would never understand this girl; her sentimental value over the faded yukata of someone she would miss dearly.

She glanced over the yukata, now spotted by her tears, and spotted a long, gray-white hair. The young woman smiled and pulled it off, winding around her fingers a few times, smiling.

"Kare wa..."

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evil grin as she prepares to write Onshuu, Mattanashi