It’s Okay if It’s Too Late
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I called you, but you ignored me. I was in front of you, but you didn't notice me. I held your hand, but you didn't say anything. In your eyes, I was just the wind that blew your hair.
Foreword
This is actually the translation of my first fic. It's called Forgiveness. I changed the story a little bit.
It may be a bit cheesy because I wrote this a long time ago. Beside that, I'm not really good at English. So, I'm sorry for any grammatical errors.
Hope you can still enjoy this story!
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