He glanced over at Kotoe’s chest.
She had no ‘flower.’
What she did have was a bountiful amount of leaves, which were the domain of kindness and warmth, and her stem and roots were equally secure. But there was no flower to be found.
Kotoe was a good girl.
She wasn’t bad looking. Her parents owned several apartment buildings and were obviously rich. There was no reason at all for her to be unhappy.
But deep in her heart, she wondered, ‘Why have I never come across anything definitively radiant?’ Sometimes she would see a really ordinary, average person who was completely passionate about some insignificant thing. This would devastate her—-she would be terribly jealous of them.
But there was nothing she could do about it.
She had no ‘flower.’
What she did have was a bountiful amount of leaves, which were the domain of kindness and warmth, and her stem and roots were equally secure. But there was no flower to be found.
Kotoe was a good girl.
She wasn’t bad looking. Her parents owned several apartment buildings and were obviously rich. There was no reason at all for her to be unhappy.
But deep in her heart, she wondered, ‘Why have I never come across anything definitively radiant?’ Sometimes she would see a really ordinary, average person who was completely passionate about some insignificant thing. This would devastate her—-she would be terribly jealous of them.
But there was nothing she could do about it.