Chapter 4: Chapter 3

There are many sounds in my ears that have struck a chord with me and inspired imaginations that are far beyond my comprehension. To whatever ends, the liveliness of the music is relieving my boredom, as I hummed in time with the beat.

This was my regular routine, which allowed me to completely elude anyone attempting to approach me. Although I've always wanted to talk to people, for some reason I prefer to spend a lot of time alone. I really don’t understand myself sometimes. Though my feelings are all over the place, one thing is certain: I am exhausted.

I'm compelled to take out my earbuds as a warm, hand-sized pressure is applied to my shoulder. I’ve got business, so to speak.

He was a classmate of mine who joined the literature club on the first day of classes. I am slightly taller than him in terms of height, but his charisma is about the only thing I can't counter. He is, if I recall correctly, our secretary, but I don't have much else to say about him. I don’t even remember his name.

He formally and courteously said, "Nate, I'm sorry to bother you, but you have been summoned to the storage room." 

I went there and was instructed to clean up with the other people, many of whom I don't even remember or have only recently met. We were forced to clean up things we weren't supposed to because of something called authority, even though doing any of it had no benefit. 

The school's inability to maintain sufficient financial stability for almost everything can be attributed to the absence of janitors. It was reported last month that someone had stolen school finances, but since it wasn't my problem, I really couldn't care less.

I was only bringing it up now that it is.

Naturally, nothing had changed since I had thought any of it, so as soon as we were finished, I dragged myself up the rooftops and sat in the corner's shade. Fortunately, nobody interfered with my opportunity to rest, and access to the rooftop was given the go-ahead.

I slept. 

Whatever the cause, my mind constantly thinks of the past. I doubt I have any pleasant memories from that time, but I always recall the one event that left me with a scar. It was without a doubt the most painful experience of my life.

I don't want to think about it, but I was present when it occurred. Because I was present, it shouldn't have happened, so it really gave off a strong sense of resentment.

“She… I…” 

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My mouth was hanging open as my upper body rose to its full height. I had such a tremendous amount of sweat, and I was sufficiently drenched that I could not feel really comfortable. 

I immediately went to the comfort room to wash my face.

“I thought maybe I wouldn’t remember anymore,” I said out loud.

Perhaps she is calling me, in which case I should go see her. Given that it has already been two years, I don't believe I have much time to hesitate. I just hope she won't hold me responsible for what occurred. But my body stopped trying anyway.

I've never tried to figure out what I'm afraid of, and I have no idea why, but I've never been able to approach her because of that. 

I don't know why, but I never wanted to return to the classroom. I simply wanted to relax by the bench and observe the gradually changing sky. I hate being greasy, so the fact that my uniform was wet with perspiration was uncomfortable. 

Someone said, "The lecture is starting," in a rough voice.

I flinched, but when I realized who it was as I searched with my eyes for that voice, I stared solemnly and carefree at the sky again.

“You think you’re one to talk, Alice,” I said.

I can think of plenty of reasons why she'd be here, though it's surprising to see her at all. That just goes to show how unpredictable her path to enlightenment is.

"I really believe there is one way out of this," she replied. "Let's talk about it."

As a result, we dispersed from campus and went to a peaceful and harmonious location for our discussion. I wasn't particularly enthusiastic about this, but her presence compelled me to go with her.

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