Yes, I've decided.

Today is the day.

The season you love. The flowers you love. The place you love.

I've prepared everything.

I will definitely tell you today.

That I love you. That I want you to be with me.

I wonder what expression you'll make. Will you be surprised? Will you smile? Or will you hug me as if you've been waiting?

……I hope it's the latter.

───

But why.

Why are you lying on the ground.

Under the flowers you loved, you are bleeding.

Why don't you answer me.

I'm here. I came to confess my feelings.

So get up.

……Please.

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Right, I just have to do it again.

Not the bell tower this time. Let's go to the library.

The quiet place you love. The place full of books you love.

It will be okay this time.

I'm sure it will.

───

But you're dead again.

I haven't even said anything yet.

I haven't even confessed yet.

Open your eyes.

Please, just open your eyes.

……I like you.

Can you hear me?

I said I like you.

So—

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Fine.

I just won't confess.

I won't say a word.

I won't say I love you. I won't ask you to be with me.

I'll just stay by your side.

Just watching you stay alive.

Because that's enough.

…Because it has to be enough.

───

And yet, you died.

I didn't do anything this time.

There were no flowers, no confession, and I even changed the location to avoid death.

I did everything I could.

But why.

Why do you die again.

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Yes, I've decided.

I will find the day you die.

Not the day I confess, but the one day you don't die.

I only need to find that one day.

On that day—

At that time—

……I'll tell you.

So please, just live a little longer.

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I don't know how many times it's been.

The tenth? The hundredth?

Counting is meaningless now.

I've forgotten how to choose flowers, and I've forgotten the season you loved.

The food you liked. The places. The expressions.

……Only your voice, I remember.

I can't forget it.

Because I hear it at the end every time.

───

Yes, I've decided.

Today is the day.

Today, I will definitely—

……No.

You'll probably die today, too.

───

I won't say I love you anymore.

You don't have to love me. You can hate me. You can despise me.

I won't hope for anything.

So just stay alive.

Please.

……But why.

─── I think I know now.

The reason you die isn't my confession.

Then what should I do?

How far must I run?

How many times must I watch you die?

How many times must I hold your funeral, and how many times must I smile at you like a stranger?

How many times—

……How many times must I love you?

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Yes.

I've decided.

This time, I will erase the day you die.

Even if I die.

Even if you hate me.

Even if this world calls me mad.

I don't care.

As long as you are alive.

So this time—

Please, let me be the one to die.

Because I will die in your place.