Dusk at Her Back

I was walking home as usual at dusk. The sky was dyed red, and crows were cawing in the residential area. The front door of a certain house quietly opened. “I’m a man, so I have to protect,” “I must not lose.” With a single fingertip, she stripped away all of those sense of role. The pain, shame, and even self-denial all transformed into a strangely sweet warmth the moment she witnessed them.

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