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Never even once in his life had he felt this helpful to someone. He was born a useless child after all; and what he could do the best was to displease everyone. His mother eventually stopped to put high expectations on him—or maybe she never did, for she knew all along that it would only bring her disappointment.
And Tsumugi thought he was fortunate to have someone rely on him. He thought he could finally be useful. He thought he finally found someone who needs him. He thought he could finally graduate from this worthlessness devouring him inside.
All of the thoughts made him too happy to realize that it was all temporary, and none would remember the name of the bluebird of happiness that fought alongside the cruel angel.
(In the end, I was never meant for anyone.)