Friendship VI - X
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"Yoshi," I called, entering the restroom.
Maybe he was lonely at Teikoku. He was an honest person. And sensitive.
The opposite of me.
I tried to not get more ideas, of what put him in that mood. Or the worse would come.
I shuddered.
"Yoshi," I called. Again.
I had to protect him. No matter what. Because--
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Through the glass,
his brown eyes locked on mine, showing, how he felt.
"Like crap," he once said.
His golden hair, usually soft and glossy, looked dull, and unkept.
I inhaled.
"What's wrong?" I pushed for a smile.
It's not happening again, right? You aren't being bullied, right? You haven't hurt anyone, right?
Tell me, Yoshi.
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My smile fell.
"Yoshi?"
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I touched his shoulder, gently.
His lips trembled; he trembled.
Glassy tears reflected on the mirror over his exposed eye.
My thoughts ceased. I violently turned him around. "What happened?! Tell me!"
It won't happen again! I won't let it happen again!
Yoshi shook his head.
"Why?!" I pierced my fingers on his shoulders.
He whimpered helplessly.
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"It doesn't matter," he whispered.
In the verge of tears.
It was
as if I died
a little
"Of course it matters," I replied, desperate.
It started.
A race to catch up to his thoughts and his feelings. Like diving into the clouds to find the sun.
A race countless
I have won times