Chapter 8

For White Day, I gave Suzuno sweets that she liked. Assortments of colorful macarons.

But, I couldn’t bring myself to give them to her directly.

So, I secretly tied the gift to her bike’s handle.

It was currently the third semester of eighth grade. We barely talked to each other anymore.

Winter slowly approached its end.

The cherry blossom season was just around the corner.

Two years had passed since I first met Suzuno.

Soon, we would enter another spring.

ED: samheart564