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The Funeral of my classmate, Sakura Yamaguchi,

Was held on a cloudy day, that didn't seem unfitting her when she was alive…

As proof of the value of her life, many persons were covered in tears during the ritual as well as last night's wake neither of which I attended. I stayed in the home the whole time.

Fortunately, the only classmate who which've forced me to attend had already left this world, and it wasn't as if neither our teacher nor her parents had the right or the obligation to request my presence, so i was allowed to stand by my own decision.

Certainly, I, a high school student without being acknowledged by anyone as such, was supposed to be attending school but because she had died in the middle of a school vocation, I was able to avoid going out in the bad weather.

Since my parents were both at work had left me an adequate lunch, I remained holed up in my room. That these actions of mine were due to the loneliness and emptiness of losing a classmate to say so would be inaccurate.

Unless I had been made to go out by that classmate of mine, I'd always been the type to spend my days off in my own room.

Within my room. I would most often be found reading books. More so than guidebooks and self-help books, I love to read novels. I would read my paperback while rolling on top of my bed resting either my head or chin on a pillow.

As hardcovers were too heavy, I preferred paperbacks.

The book, I was currently reading was something borrowed from her - the single magnum opus that have been encountered by a girl who didn't read books. It's position on the bookshelf hasn't been disturbed since I borrowed it.

Though I had planned to read and return it before she died, it was too late for that now.

Since nothing could be done about my tardiness, I made up my mind to return her book after I was done with it. As I greeted her Portrait - that would be good time to return it.

By the time I had finished reading half of book, the evening had arrived. Which using the fluorescent light that filtered through the closed curtains to see, I had learned how much time had passed from a single incoming phone call. The phone call wasn't anything special. It was from my mother.

Though I had ignored the first two calls, I realised that they were more than dinner related, so I brought the phone up to my ear. The content of the phone call were regarding the cook of rice. I confirmed the instructions with her and ended the call.

Just as I put the phone down on my desk, I was struck by a sudden realisation . It has been two days since I'd last touch the appliance. I didn't think I had avoided it consciously. Somehow or other though I wouldn't deny that there may have been some sort of significance to it - I had simply forgotten to touch my phone.

My phone that had a clamshell mechanism - I flipped it open and looked in my inbox. There wasn't a single unread message. It was only natural, completely natural. I continued by checking my sent messages. There, apart from the  call function, the most recent use of my phone could be seen. I had sent a message to her, my classmate.

A message with just one line.

I didn't know she had read it.

Though I about to leave my room for the kitchen. I once again returned to and lay face down upon my bed. The words I had sent her were being mulled over in my heart.

I didn't know if she had seem them.

"I Want To Eat Your Pancreas"

If she had read it, how would she have received the message?

While thinking about it, I fell asleep.

In the end, the rice was cooked by my mother when she returned home.

I met her in my dreams - maybe.

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