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Première publication
7 de agosto de 2012
Dernière mise à jour
7 de agosto de 2012
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Português (Brasil)
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A youkai, taking the form of a beautiful woman, sings to attract men during blizzards in the forest, who end up lost, frozen to death by the snow. A boy having fun for the first time with his friends in the snow in this forest, listens to the youkai's melody and disappears for a few hours, being found in a hollow tree trunk curled up while sleeping, with no signs of hypothermia , with only a memory of what happened... "The mysterious figure approaches me and her hand touches my face. She is cold as snow, but her affection warms me. I don't I feel colder, I've lost myself, and I don't know if I want to go back now that he's close to me, like I've found my soul mate." Years later, now an adult, Reita is attending college in Tokyo, and nightmares about what happened when he disappeared into the forest in the snow as a child begin to plague him. So, at Christmas time, he goes back to that forest to discover if they are dreams or a forgotten memory. A Christmas tale based on a song about snow.
-Yuu…-I called low, but even so he stopped what he was doing to face me. - I love you. - for some reason I felt the need to say that. Of course he already knew, but my chest was tight with the feeling that I didn't say this to him enough.
"They both knew that same story had ended a long time ago, even though it seemed alive that night. They couldn't stop the sun from rising." [Oneshot.]
You carried in every part of your existence the consequence of my life. And I just hoped, yearned, that I could go on living. Living in you.
Keeping to the routine was tiring and sad. However, nothing was sadder or more tiring than living with the sadness that comes from his absence. You are missed.
-I just wanted to know what I'm so afraid of... -I can't help you. -Because? -You are my biggest fear. -You hate me? -And I love you too.





