After escaping the white room, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka joins the Advanced nurturing high school in search of a peaceful and normal highschool life, but he finds himself facing adverseries who challenge him in everyway, will he be able to escape the grasp...
There was once a music box that my mom owned, it played a gentle and delicate song that was composed by my father for her sake.
It was often described by her to be the most precious thing in her life, on the days where I'd return from school, the sound of the music box would always be present along with the gentle humming of my mother.
Everyday was made even more wonderful by the sound of that music box, the precious memories we made and everything in between.
But...A life like that wasn't meant to last, I'm not sure how but we all knew it was bound to be over, maybe we didn't think it'd be so soon but we knew.
My mom fell ill when I was ten years old, she was struck with a disease that no doctor within the country or outside it even understood, the doctors called it the bloody river disease due to the blood red markings her blood vessels formed all over her body.
She was in constant pain, that was something very clear but she not once stopped smiling to me and Dad, she always wanted us to live a happy life and we tried our best but we were both like children who were unable to continue on without her.
My dad began overworking himself, he would stay in his room for hours trying to compose a good enough song to win a competition he entered.
At the time I did music as a hobby with him, I would try making music on my own because I admired the emotions dad's music would bring out of people's hearts and...I wanted my dad to feel happy too.
I wanted to restore back a part of our life when mom was here but all my help did was bring the last person I loved in this world to a miserable end.
He started to overwork himself even more after winning the competition, he did so for long enough to be hospitalized himself and...Forget even the happy memories between us.
I hate myself, I hate myself for ever thinking I can help others and I hate myself for continuing to try to save them, I know how it ended the first time but each passing moment I ask myself...Is it really okay for me to let it go? Is it really okay for me to just watch things unfold?
Will my work ever save someone? I want it to, I want to be great like them, I just want to live even a single second with them, even if I continue being nothing but a shadow of who they were...
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*Beep Beep Beep*
"Ah...Hmm it's time already?" I said to myself as I quickly lifted my head and saw that my computer screen was still open.
I spent all night working again. I rubbed my eyes a bit before grabbing my phone and opening it to find two messages, one from Kazami and the other from Ichinose.
