Having said that, this feeling of being reminded by some voice has existed vaguely since a long time ago.

However, Taki once thought it was the "sequelae of a breakup". For example, he often fell in love with the scene, and when his mind was completely idle, he suddenly heard Sakura's conversation with him in the past.

But, that doesn't seem to be the case.

Could it be that deep down in his consciousness, he was regretting the realization that he had completely cut off the possibility of interacting with Sakura in the future?

Takiichi let out a breath and began to comfort himself.

"Perhaps when I return to Sakura Country in the future, it's just the fate between my parents that I can't break away from.

It's impossible to stay away from Sakura for the rest of your life, but... after that, when we meet, we are most familiar with each other as non-boyfriends. Are we friends? Or strangers?"

When he got off the overpass and walked out of the traditional market, he saw a bus stopping at the platform in front of him. Takiichi took out his coins and got on the bus directly.

After a breakup, he would become confused because he was immersed in the good memories of the past. The deteriorating physical reaction made Takiichi feel restless and wanted to get rid of that emotion as quickly as possible.

Even I was surprised, because it was difficult for me in the past to hear such a profound realization from the depths of my soul.

While listening to the sound of vehicles moving quickly, I felt my body being carried forward.

Bathed in the warm sunshine, the skin began to be dyed golden color. When he held his cheek and looked out the window, he seemed a little sleepy.

Hyoja-dong 1-ga, 454-1, 1st floor, Seodok Plaza.

The navigation on the phone displayed the location information in a timely manner, and at the same time, a roar that could tear the sky apart forcibly interrupted Takiichi's thoughts.

At that time, I looked towards the source of the sound.

What comes into view is a guardrail.

When Taki realized that he was passing by a construction site, what he saw was several construction cranes towering above the complex building being built.

Worn station steps located nearby.

Automatic ticket checking exit.

When his footsteps stopped in front of the station platform that would lead to the school, Takiichi stared at the shops opposite.

This is an optical shop.

At that time, he remembered the scene he had dreamed in the restroom during the hour and a half while riding the KTX.

Then in the dream, I saw myself again as a child, as well as other people.

My father and mother are younger than now.

The two sisters of the Kimura family are more immature than their younger sister now.

Compared to the current season, in my dreams I see summer surfing with Kimura Takuya at the beach.

Those memories are returning to my mind as a brand new movie, so real that I can hear the voices of the people passing through my mind.

The sound of wind, rain, cherry blossom petals falling from the trees, and the roar of waves from Kanagawa Beach.

From the fire in the orphanage to moving into the Hirai family with Irizo's family, raising goldfish in the backyard, and staring at the distant sky with elusive eyes like an old man in his twilight years.

Then, unknowingly, it was replaced by the picture of myself growing up at that moment. During my elementary school days, I began to smoothly become the focus of others' eyes.

Running against the wind on the playground, the sports genes in the body come to life and mutate again and again.

However, at that time I was enjoying the rush of burning passion all over my body, and then the feeling quickly shifted to the memory of riding a Haruka on the way home with my sisters and friends on the winding mountain road.

"Taki-san...do you have a favorite artist?"

"Nani? Artist?"

"Hey... Taki-san has started to pay attention to the entertainment industry because of my relationship, so there must be some artists you think are good, right?"

"Hmm~~Does Mr. Kimura count?"

At that moment, I remembered a conversation with Sakura.

Focus on the artists you admire, regardless of nationality, the kind you really like.

"Forget it, sensei is the best entertainer in the Heisei era."

At that time, Sakura smiled cheerfully at his almost textbook answer.

After that, she would lazily choose to lie down next to Takiichi, holding her chin up with her hands, and her feet wearing school socks would jump forward and back in joy, crossing and swaying.

When talking about her favorite artists, Sakura said, "I... like Girls' Generation seniors~~

At the last school party, several classmates and I performed the song "Say Your Wish" and the response was very good~~"

"Girls' Generation? Is it the group that sang the famous song "Gee"?"

"Does Taki-san know too?"

"Ah~~I heard it talked about by my classmates in school."

However, now I am standing at the pilgrimage place that Sakura once deeply longed for.

On this pilgrimage to Jeonju, I never imagined that the first stop would be in a place like this.

I remember the way Sakura's eyes sparkled with stars every time she mentioned Girls' Generation, and how she would clumsily imitate Girls' Generation's dances, full of enthusiasm.

Those slender arms and weak shoulders burst out with unprecedented vitality...

When he thought about it at this moment, Takiichi exclaimed with belated emphasis, "Sure enough, I was destined to become an idol before I came to this world."

Now that I have arrived alone in a strange world with my luggage on my back, the scene of walking on the streets of Tokyo since early morning can still be vividly remembered in the same way as yesterday.

I also remembered the memories of meeting Takeru Sato and having a brief conversation with Haruka Ayase...

And the song I sang softly towards Nako and the city afterwards...

Although this is not something worth showing off, why...

That heavy mood, like chewing metal, will gradually increase the pressure it brings to yourself as the number of times you dream about it increases.

It was so heavy that I almost couldn't breathe.

Frowning slightly, Taki subconsciously covered his chest with his right hand. He gritted his teeth and then glanced at his pocket.

There, lying quietly, was the Qingxin Pill given to him by Kim Ji-soo's sister.

Unscrew the bottle cap and it will be a new product that even the seal has been broken.

Two dark-colored pills were poured into the palm of the hand, and the suffocating feeling became even stronger.

The moment he felt dizzy, Takiichi couldn't wait to throw the pill into his mouth.

I probably have a disease where "whenever I think about those past dreams and that specific person, I feel angina and can't breathe."

"It's really like quitting a deep-seated addiction."

Occasionally when I wipe my forehead, I will be shocked by the dense cold sweat.

It's best not to let yourself experience that painful feeling again.

However, when he thought that the effect of this Qingxin Pill was really useful, Longyi returned to his relieved smile.

"It's really useful. I really want to see her again and say thank you in person."

Then, I gradually began to recall the capable temperament of Kim Ji-yoon and her soft voice.

Because of her profession as a flight attendant, just listening to her voice will make her throat feel slightly itchy.

Indulging in the warm darkness, Taki closed his eyes and savored the Qingshin Pill slowly dissolving on his tongue.

"Well? This is..."

Suddenly, my eyes were attracted by a group photo placed on the platform outside the store.

There was a woman standing with Sakura. She hugged the still young Sakura and smiled happily at the camera.
Chapter completed!