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The guy stumbled back, dropping a magazine. He was tall, sleepy-eyed, wearing a faded university hoodie from a school I didn’t recognize. His hair was a mess, like he’d been running his hands through it for hours.

Day 7, I saw a couple sharing earphones on the Chuo Line. The boy brushed a strand of hair from the girl’s face. My chest caved in like a cardboard box in the rain. Not fair. soredemo ashita kareshi

Then I deleted his contact. Not blocked. Just erased. Like he was a stray thought I could sweep off the table. The guy stumbled back, dropping a magazine

I looked at him — his earnest, messy, impossible face — and felt something crack open in my chest. Not in a painful way. In a finally way. Day 7, I saw a couple sharing earphones on the Chuo Line

Day 25, Risa asked, “Are you really okay being alone?”

And on my phone, there was a message from an unknown number.