Maya put her hands to her face flushed splashing water around. He had a short refreshment from that gesture, but what he had just made her feel satisfied and at the same time a stupid girl. What did I do ...? I'm mad as Oshichi? I am going crazy? How can I be let go as well? I will never, never, never be able to watch it ... And why insist with this madness? Never look at myself as a desirable woman, nor can I ever expect a more pronounced feeling of affection that gives me with his roses ... He bowed his head and wept bitter tears, some of that awareness. He opened his eyes slowly blinking eyelids . He rubbed his stomach with the towel and went back in the shower. He let the spray hit him long, his hands resting on tiles frost, head sunk between his shoulders. Why should I insist on this road? I am going crazy? You will never look at someone like me the way I want, especially after what I did ... So why insist? What I hope to achieve? I really deluded that the look that I see sometimes is for me or that can become one? I can never expect more of that feeling of affection that, incredibly, has for his admirer ... For the first time in many years, the tears mingled water shower flowing violently through his hair and down his entire body tense. Maya came out of the tub, his heart still beating fast. Yet, despite the knowledge that I never reciprocate, this fire in the heart continues unabated ... Masumi turned off the shower and dried quickly. Yet, despite the knowledge that I never reciprocate, this fire in the heart is not abating
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