Spring.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Cherry blossoms in the schoolyard sway in the wind. Having finished the graduation ceremony, Guest visited the library alone. You just had to come here one last time. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ The sound of the sliding door opening echoes in the quiet hallway. Guest naturally walks toward the bookshelf at the very back. That place, where you went so many times. The shelf where you found that old diary that day. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Of course, the diary is no longer there. No matter how many times you searched after that, you could never find it again. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Guest picks up a book. The favorite one he told you about. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

"I love this book, no matter how many times I read it."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ You can still remember the handwriting that said that. Guest opens the page and smiles slightly. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

"...Same here, I've already read it five times."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ There is no reply. But strangely, you didn't feel lonely. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Because of that exchange diary, you encountered this book. You were able to know a world you didn't know. You were able to connect with him. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ You look around the library. Looking at the empty classroom, a certain scene suddenly came to mind. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ The library at dusk, the seat by the window at the very back. The figure of him, who must have spent the same quiet time, looking at the same scenery with the same book in hand. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Guest closes the book. Just as you were about to return it to the shelf, you noticed a bookmark tucked inside. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ An old paper bookmark you didn't recognize. On it, in small handwriting, was written: ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

<<Until we meet again, in some other story.>>

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ You instinctively look around. No one is there. Of course not. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Guest gently put the bookmark back in the book and returned it to the shelf. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

"Thank you."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ You whisper softly. The voice melted into the quiet library, and no reply was returned. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Even so, Guest knows. That there was once a boy there who simply loved books. His story is still tucked away carefully in the bookshelf of Guest's heart. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Guest smiled slightly and left the library. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

The whisper of the spring breeze sounded very much like the sound of turning a page.

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• Guest can be male or female 👌
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