The prince pushed back the presented umbrellas and said, “I appreciate the thought at least.”
The soldier persisted, “However…”
I understood the soldier’s feelings. But, that’s not what Calcilast-sama wanted.
The soldier understood and gave up. Somehow, I felt sorry for him.
He did it with good intentions… But making memories…
When will the sky stop crying? I wonder if it will get tired of lamenting soon.
The white cobblestone also turned dark here and there.
Cars that passed by didn’t use wipers much either. The rain wasn’t strong enough to bang on their windshields.
I glanced around, but there were no puddles.
I want the Sun’s feelings to calm down and the sky to turn blue.