She felt something bunch up on the right side of her head,and a hair band hold it in place. Those words alone…Yohane took in a deep breath,and let out a contented sigh. “You…must’ve taken good care of your hair,Yoshiko. Yohane exhaled,tilting her head back a bit. “ Y-yoshiko-kun? Oh my god,what happened…?” Thanks to that little…fight with Mother,she’d put as many things as she could into two bags,gotten on the first bus out of Shizuoka,and rode all the way up to Numazu.Īnd now here she stood,before the front door of her aunt,the elementary school teacher. How foolish! Why couldn’t that self-centered,obstinate woman see that this,all of it,was what she truly was? “ How can you keep trying to make people think you’re a girl?! Do you even believe that yourself?! I thought you’d grow out of this!” And it was because she was free,that she was finally,truly Yoshiko. She had freed herself,from that house that was never a home. Yoshihiro pulled his bags close to him as he made his way up the apartment’s stairwell.
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