"That's not my friend anymore."
The little mushroom-haired girl lowered her eyes.
It had been so long...
Lulu had never appeared in front of her again.
Back then, Lulu had made herself perfectly clear, and she hadn't dared to go looking for her.
She was afraid things would be terribly awkward.
She was afraid she would make Lulu angry.
She smiled bitterly.
Was she still afraid of making Lulu angry?
Actually...
The little mushroom-haired girl pressed her lips together.
She hadn't told anyone...
She had secretly gone to see Lulu.
After she really stopped seeing the shadow...
On a rainy day...
She had held an umbrella.
Hiding her face behind it.
She had crouched behind the sign outside a shop.
That day, she got her wish: she saw Lulu coming out of school.
Lulu wasn't alone.
There were two girls beside her.
They were both people she knew.
They had once been her classmates.
The little mushroom-haired girl froze.
As the three girls drew near, she immediately turned around.
She lowered the edge of her umbrella.
Her body stiffened.
After a long while, the little mushroom-haired girl turned back.
The three girls were no longer in front of her.
She turned her head.
She saw three familiar backs.
They were walking farther and farther away.
The little mushroom-haired girl gripped the umbrella handle tightly.
Her face was pale.
Her expression blank.
So...
She was the only one who had been alone all along.
She was the only one...
Who still wanted to salvage their friendship...
Lulu really didn't care anymore...
Lulu had new friends...
Lulu had moved on.
The little mushroom-haired girl stared blankly at Lulu's back.
She was the only one...
Still standing in the same place.
She was the