Soredemo Ashita Kareshi ((full)) -

And yet — soredemo — for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t afraid of the morning. If you'd like, I can also write a second chapter or a side story from Kai’s perspective.

I just felt now . The next morning was Day 30.

I didn’t answer. Because the truth was too embarrassing: I was afraid of being forgotten. Of giving someone my best days and becoming nothing but a “that one girl I used to date” in their memory. soredemo ashita kareshi

I typed back: “Meet me at the same Lawson. 7 PM. Bring the pudding. I’ll bring spoons.”

“That’s not ‘only.’ That’s ‘insanity.’” And yet — soredemo — for the first

“Hmm?”

He smiled. It wasn’t a perfect smile. His canine tooth was slightly crooked. But it was real. The next morning was Day 30

Then I deleted his contact. Not blocked. Just erased. Like he was a stray thought I could sweep off the table.