"Manabu-san, let's not meet for a while," Chiaki, my usually non-assertive lover, said while looking down during our midsummer date.
Unknowingly, the dissatisfaction and anxieties that Chiaki had been carrying began to pile up. And in the end, after both of us misjudged when to pull back, Chiaki got angry.
"...On the Sunday, one month from now. At noon, here."
And then, as summer neared its end, on the Sunday one month later, on my way to the meeting spot, I saw a familiar figure and called out to them...
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