Am I the only one?

The only one who still remembers?

It flooded back to me, all the memories, when I turned seventeen, the age that I was when I first went to "the high school." I wonder if everyone else has a different trigger, like Hinata and baseball.

I think about this as I walk down the street. It's just a normal summer day.

Oh, by the way, my name's Otonashi. Yuzuru Otonashi. I smile to myself. I even remember forgetting my name.

I glance up at the beautiful blue sky when I pass a girl with white hair in a fedora and a sun dress. She is humming a familiar tune. My smile dissapears.

I stand in shock for a second, remembering. Kanade. Kanade. Angel. These two names bounce back and forth in brain, but I can't make my mouth say either one. Instead, I turn around and reach for her arm. I can't lose her this time.

My hand grabs her arm just as she is about to walk away. She turns violently, startled. She looks at me with fear, then confusion. But it's Kanade. One thought makes me feel like I got hit in the stomach:

I am the only one.

Hey guys, this is my first fan fiction, so don't be afraid to review and stuff. Favorite me! (Jeez, I sound like those pages on Facebook and Twitter that are always like, "follow us!" or "like this post if..." Ah, well.)

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