Ayano carefully followed Senpai. Even the tiniest creak of a floorboard could ruin everything. Senpai walked carelessly in the spring sun, a warm breeze ruffling his black hair. The cherry blossoms where budding and the world seemed to gush out color and joy. Not for Ayano. To her, everything was dull and gray. No, monotone, that's the word for it. The pink cherry blossoms seemed gray and lifeless. Senpai was the only one who could give her world color... or so she thought.
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