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Epilogue B

The sound of the doorbell resonated in Juuzou's apartment.

He was currently stitching up his arm in a completely different pattern. With a last look, he cut off the thread and ran to the door as the doorbell rang for the third time.

"Coming!~" He called out and opened the door with a grin plastered on his face.

On the other side of the door stood a familiar man with long raven hair tied to a ponytail. His forehead was slightly creased to a frown but once he saw Juuzou, he tried to smoothen it with a smile.

"Mr. Frowny Face?" Juuzou asked, tilting his head. "What brings you here?"

The confused male scratched his newly dyed and cut ebony hair.

His lover's doctor suddenly appeared on his front door after a year of her death and he can't help but feel perplexed.

"I'm here to give you this." The man answered, handing a neatly wrapped package to the confused male.

"Hmm?~ Why? Who's it from?~" Juuzou grabbed it and inspected every nook and cranny of the object.

"It's from her."

Juuzou stopped on whatever he was doing and stared at the doctor's eyes.

"...Her?" The look of hurt was still evident on his face.

"She wanted to give it to you a year after her.. Passing."

"Oh.. What is it?"

"It's a gift for you, she said. I don't really know what it contains but I can see her gentle smile once she handed me this." The older man smiled, reminiscing the deceased girl's bright grin.

"I see.~" Juuzou sadly smiled and bowed to a 120° angle. "Thank you very much~"

They both said their farewell and parted ways. Juuzou went to his living room and plopped on a couch.

He caressed the smooth wrapping paper and imagined how she packed it up. He carefully peeled the wrapper off for he was about to preserve it later. Once done with it, he opened the box.

What he saw made his eyes grew wide. It was a srunchie, obviously hand made through knitting. He picked it up and observed it against the light. It was a dark shade of red and looks simple.

"What is.. This?" He asked himself, looking back at the box. A paper that was neatly folded was lying on it.

He picked it up and read it outloud.

"Dear Juuzou,

If you're reading this letter, that means that it has been a year since I died. How are you doing? I hope that you're fine.

I'm sorry if I only manage to do a scrunchie. I lacked time and my vision was not on its best state while I was doing it. Also, you happen to visit me a lot so I can't do it much considering I want it to be a surprise. Well, this scrunchie can be used to tie your long hair.

It's funny how I can imagine your smile while I'm writing this. Just thinking of the fact that I won't be able to see it pains me the most.

You're smile is the purest smile I have ever seen. It brings shame to the angels, you know?

I have always visioned you as an angel who have come here to save me from my personal Hell. You have made me smile, laugh, cry, embarrassed.. You have shown me foreign feelings that have never entered my mind for the past years. You are the best occurrence in my life.

As time passes, I have come to realize that you're more than an angel. I don't know what term should be used but I just know that you're more than that.

Enough babbling I guess.

Juuzou, I love you so much. I can't express it much but that's what I truly feel. I feel happy that you reciprocate my feelings. And I apologize that we won't be able to recite our vows in an altar.

This is my proper farewell. Please find someone that will be there for you and deserves you.

Goodbye.

With all my love,
Your wilted flower"

Juuzou's mouth slightly widened. Tears fell from his eyes as reread the letter once. Twice. Thrice. Until his eyes got tired.

"I can't wear the scrunchie— I just got my hair cut." He whined, sniffing.

Amidst the sorrow, he had accepted the fact that she was gone. That he needed to move on for her sake. But he will never forget the feeling she made him understand.

Love.

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(Bakamono: I'm sorry but changes of plan. This will be the last epilogue

Thanks for the people who have encouraged me to continue! ~ I'll see you in the sequel if there is to come!~)

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