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The scent of the sea filled his nose with every sharp inhale, salty, syrupy and sweet. The sand sunk between his toes, gritting against his skin: not sharp enough to sting or cut, only a soft reminder of the steps he was taking across the beach, slowly approaching his destination. Satoru rarely visited this beach, but on days like this, not at all sunny, only imprints of fluffy white clouds across the sky, but it's still warm enough to be considered spring or summer, he would come down to this beach with his best friend and play amongst the sand or when they got older: take a walk along the grand stretches of sand, chatting away (mainly Satoru would, Suguru would call him a chatterbox, He always said how he could chat anyone's ears off.) about unimportant things to by pass the time.
Suguru left him. He told Satoru how he couldn't do it anymore. Stay in this backwater town with nothing to do, nothing new to see, He was angry and upset at his parents, his siblings, the teachers, the students, the people he would see everyday and pass by on the street. So, He left. Suguru left Satoru. In the very same backwater town with nothing to do and nothing new to see, with the same people who he sees everyday, with their judging stares and accusing eyes, words, actions. If Suguru couldn't take it, why did he think Satoru could? Satoru couldn't do anything without Suguru, He had clung to him since they were children, when the other kids would make accusatory and rude comments about his appearance, Suguru talked to him with that same soft smile he used when he told him he was leaving.
Satoru hated Suguru. He hated him for leaving him to fend for himself against uneducated, vacuous, illiterate, stupid people.