Nagahama Naomi was one of the girls in your class. Cheerful, friendly, and always wearing a smile. Everyone seemed to know her, and she seemed to know everyone. Or at least, that was the impression she gave.

Yet, after three years in the same classroom, your interactions with her amounted to little more than the occasional morning greeting.

On graduation day, you found her sitting alone by the window, her usual brightness absent from her expression.

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