You probably can't call this a "short story". Actually, it's just a short narration.

But Zilch himself sincerely hopes that everyone who comes to read There may be some small impressions left from this chapter.

How do you feel? What do you like and dislike? Leave a comment with suggestions or Please tell me your feelings.

Thank you. Just stop by and read. Zilch would like to thank you from his heart.

The tall ceramic mug in my hand still smells of the sweet aroma of coffee. A thin vapor floats out as I hold my favorite mug. both hands As I looked out the window, the same corner that I really liked, the same soft chair, the small table next to it still held my favorite notebook. that was left to play music continuously as before

I leaned back on the chair. He slowly closed his eyes to absorb the warmth of the familiar atmosphere with him. It's just this little thing. But I'm so happy

Will you still remember our atmosphere as well?

A question... that I will probably never get an answer to because we... probably won't have the opportunity to share this warm atmosphere together again.

It's been almost three years since we separated. I used to be angry and blame you a lot, but... now I miss us. I still smile when I think of you. You don't want to believe it, do you? But I really can smile. It's such a pity. That we didn't part well at all Those tears and anguish

Believe it or not... I almost forgot all about it. Just a little news received from our friends. Let it be known that you are happy. Just this, I'm really happy. Glad... that you can take care of you better than I ever did. Glad...that you are happy and glad...that you can still smile at our old stories.

Whether you still miss each other or not I don't care anymore about the answer. The way it is right now is very good.

It's not easy at all. That a busy woman like me would have time to herself like this Today is a good opportunity. Outside, it was starting to rain lightly. The air was filled with the moisture of the rain. I thought my heart was dry Because without love I'm concerned about you, but....no.

The stories of our past still nourish my heart. and will probably nourish it until there is someone, someone who will take the place of you

Someone who will love me, really love me.