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He said he didn't need anyone. That was the lie winter buried-until she reached for his hand. I don't connect. I don't trust. And I never stay long. That was the rule I lived by-shaped in the place where warmth was forbidden and emotion was weakness: the White Room. But then came winter. And with it, Ichinose Honami. In the snow-draped silence of Advanced Nurturing High School, she smiled without flinching, cared without asking, and stayed when no one else ever did. I thought I could keep my distance. I thought I could lie my way through another year. But every lie I told her... ...was a truth I didn't know I needed. This is the story of the winter I stopped being no one-and started becoming something worse: myself. I don't own any of the characters Credits to the original author
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