I love you, but I can't see you anymore, and it was my last day having sex. Sumitre KURAMOTO

Since I was in junior high school, my classmates have called me "Sumire." She started dating when she was in school and went to the same university. I dated, laughed at the story without love, sat down for lectures and had sex with each other. But one day, she died in an accident. I was sad and somehow living a pretty good day. Even after a few years, it is the beloved person who raises his head. On such a morning of my life, suddenly the squirrels appeared in my room. Dream? Auntie? The glamorous body, which he held while confused, was warm. the very last day of me and sumire. "I have always wished for your happiness,"