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18.04.2010

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He will find her.
He has carefully nurtured true love for this sole reason.
Human emotions are difficult, without an intervention they wouldn't develop to one's satisfaction.

How many years had passed since then?

Still a friendless bachelor. Still spending all my time on math, photography, and writing in a gloomy attic.

Every single night the dazzling smile of that little girl came to my mind.
I'd already grown old. I only wanted to see Alice one last time before I died.

I hoped, and right away my hope was answered.
A letter arrived for me.
An invitation to a Christmas party.
The sender: Alice Liddell.

I trembled with joy.
How many years has it been?
I wonder how Alice is doing?
Will she let me take a picture of her again?

On the appointed day, I headed to the venue looking just as I had been on the day we parted. Ignoring all the others, I was only looking for Alice.
And yet, I couldn't see the little girl anywhere...

"Mister Carroll? Teacher, is that you?"

The hoarse voice of an old woman called my name.
In the end, I turned to face her.

Wrinkly skin colored by protruding blood vessels.
Bony arms. Discolored hair.
--Ah, I get it. I'm such a fool.
Deep in my heart, I already knew it, didn't I?

The little girl wouldn't remain so forever.

Unable to think straight, I rushed out of the party.
The hollering of a downpour ridiculed me as I ran.

She had married, she had lived a rich life.
My dream strained, broke, and vanished, and my heart--------
there was nothing left of it.

A pile of old photographs and a single copy of a fairytale greeted my dripping form back home.
In them, even now, Alice was still a little girl pestering me for stories.

Time is a cruel mistress.
I want to go back to those days.
If there is a God, please hear my wish--

"Kihihihi! You seem like you'll make a fine material! Allow me to use you, okay?"

A disgustingly high-pitched voice pierced my head.







































































































Now you think of love?
After forgetting all of it for so very long?

You had been spending your every waking moment thinking of your first love, yet never putting it into words.

And yet you embraced another and whispered fake love.
His eyes so similar, the perfect distraction from the choking loneliness and hollowness of it all.

The glittering night sky. The laughing stars. The love crossing social barriers. But the little girl forgot about dreaming, became an adult, and married a man more appropriate for her station.

As if in an attempt to abandon the memories of the past, all the letters spelling out the feelings for the little girl and presents became fuel for the flames.

And the time goes on.
--Your life turned out to be astonishingly unastonishing.
Now just an old woman lost in thought while peering into the night sky. Your son watching you in worry.

"Mother, you ought to moderate your observations. The night wind is bad for your body. I brewed some black tea, do drink it."

"Thank you, of course. But for now, I'd like to remain alone. The stars are awfully beautiful tonight, you see."

Hargreaves was enthralled by the stars.
The selfish god crawled closer.
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