Kim Haru knows loss. She knows what it means to miss someone, to find out what isolation looks like in the flesh. These things, she expects them and she patiently waits for the day she may wake up and greet them as griefs of the past.

What she does not expect, is the same grief reflected back in another's face. She doesn’t expect to find solace through this person either, nor does she expect to cherish her days with him, rather than wait them away. 

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I am not bothered to figure the why of this story, but instead to focus on the how. For Kim Haru does not know the why of things, and neither does anyone else. She must come to understand that what she makes of things are far more important than why they happened in the first place.

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Warnings:

+ Grief + Mentions of Death + Other Sensitive Topics + 

Notes:

+ Part of my Christmas Comfort Series + 

+ 5 Shot +

+ Do Not Plargiarize. +

+ Comment and Upvote Please if you Enjoy +

+ Thank you to my two lovely editors, WhiteCl0ud and QuirkyLand ❤️ +

+ Thank you to my baby Asphyxy for all of the beautiful posters ❤️ +

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This story has been entered into this contest: 

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Started: 1, December 2019

Restarted: 6, December 2020

Ended: Pending 

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