Our Voice's
12. What Happened Keep Happening
...Chapters 12...
...—What Happens Keep Happening—...
...(.( Fujima Aoba )...
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The sun was almost drowned. Even so this restaurant will always be open, in accordance with the principles we once decided together.
Wall clocks tick regularly. Most of the dining tables available are still in shiny condition since this morning. So far, no more than four or five customers have come through the entrance of the restaurant.
If I had to be straightforward, I would have gotten used to the experience. Much worse days I've had before.
“Will always be like this”—I tighten my loose aprons tie—“Since three years ago, this restaurant seems to be getting worse.”
After that I play the wooden radio button with a random frequency. Hope there's an interesting broadcast that can make me comfortable.
It took me a minute to pull my finger from him. “... This one can probably be heard,” my murmur.
The typical young female reporter voice started to sound. The news contained in it instantly shocked me.
It's like bringing back a long-forgotten past.
“Empressed for the whole community around Alkina District to keep calm. Again, please do not panic with the strange wind currents that occur in the Alkina District or the districts adjacent to it. Currently, the Satsumi City Government is seeking to take more critical action to investigate the causality of the phenomenon. Then from it—“
I instantly turned off the radio—my finger reflexes moved on its own.
“This ... is worse than I thought."
My heart has turned restless. The fear seemed to pull me back into the dark hole. Right then, I hated the broadcast I had just heard and began to regret it.
A thirty-six-year-old man like me still remained in a fighting status. So far, I've been trying to get up from the crash, trying to find out how I can build happiness with my two children. They are the only little family we have left.
Therefore, now I walk away from the cashier's place to approach the restaurant's windshield.
The scenery out there shows the number of vehicles that pass, causing prolonged air pollution.
It would hurt them, I thought.
I don't know why my chest started to feel so tight.
It's still about the radio.
Actually, the strange phenomenon that is happening is not something that the government can analyze easily.
On the other hand, I am no longer in contact with them. However, even though I could not see the shape or color, but the wind that was moving around the city at this time was present definitely because of the wind-controlling girl.
While clenching my hands I murmured, “Someone has re-held that damned destiny.”
A few moments later, I tried to calm down. Not the hatred that I should be thinking of, but rather how that wind-bending girl or woman could accept the vile destiny that would await them at the end.
Whatever happens, please don't give up, I thought deeply, pleading with all earnestness.
That way, it will all start again.
I hope that any of those who return to bear that responsibility remain strong, so as not to end tragically like her.
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...Seriate...
