The city in the backlight of late summer The boy's slightly furrowed eyebrows For whom is the unresolvable sorrow rippling
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The gentle warmth of the soft yellow light casts a warm glow on the carefree threads between eyebrows and eyes.
Concealing a hint of delight, she spoke in a hushed tone and asked.
"Why don't you tell her? If today is the last time before transferring schools, wouldn't it be a pity?"
"I... have always been hesitant. Maybe she's tired of it, tired of putting in effort and time to waste on this useless fool that is me."
"I originally wanted to wait for her, wait until I graduated or we graduated, get married and have children, then spend the rest of our lives together."
Suddenly, the phone rang, interrupting his sweet reverie, somewhat grateful for the sudden interruption.
Afraid of being immersed in the warm world she gave him, a small sweetness.
He was so scared that his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes were filled with an unbearable and profound sorrow for her.
I pressed the call button, and Mom's urging came one after another, each time a key higher than the last.
I awkwardly pulled the phone away from me, afraid that Mom's ear-piercing roar would shatter my poor fragile eardrums.
"Alright alright, coming right away. Definitely."
Comforting my furious mom, I hung up immediately and looked at his focused gaze, saying somewhat embarrassedly.
"Mom's voice is like this, loud and clear."
"Really good."
The boy's mouth curved into a captivating arc, his lips holding a faint smile, and his eyes were curved like the bright moonlight.
I swallowed hard, staring at him with a look of astonishment, and couldn't help but wonder secretly...
Is this being scared silly by mom?
"No one has ever urged me to go home before... Sorry, I've never had a sense of time, Auntie must be worried."
"You...?" I looked at him with a complex gaze, somewhat unclear about the specific meaning of never being urged to go home.
"As I just said, I was a bad student who often got into fights and skipped school. They wouldn't waste time that could be spent making money on an idle good-for-nothing son like me, let alone call me anxiously to hurry back home."
"Transferring schools is also for this, right? Even if there's only one strong subject, it should be the breakthrough point. I hope they won't feel ashamed of me anymore and can proudly tell others that they're my parents..."
The tone is too light and airy, calm to the point of being heart-wrenching.
It seems like I've come to understand that even if I silently disappear at some alleyway, no one will be concerned about the pain.
The boy's left atrium beats heavily far beyond my expected load.
What is hidden beneath the city-toppling smile is a heart that has been wounded time and again.
"I'll send you home, it's really late already."
He smiled and said with a knowing glint in his eye.
"It's okay, it's okay."
"Let's settle the bill first."
Ignoring my hand gesture of 'tactful' refusal, the slender white fingers were pinched with a mustache that was about to 'get married'.
The boss's wife had taken the money and was handing over the change with a ambiguous gaze between us two.
Some people cast frank glances back and forth, causing my cheeks to flush.
Finally...
The boss's wife with a small bun and a perm suddenly threw out a sentence explosively...
"Your boyfriend is quite handsome."
"Hmmph!"
She, what did she just say?
I looked at the boss's wife with some incredulity as she smiled slyly with her eyes narrowed.
The 'kindness' that flows from her eyes, 'I was young too and I understand', makes one's face flush and heart skip a beat.
"The City in the Backlight of Late Summer"
The young man's slightly furrowed brow was rippling with unresolved sorrow for whom.
