Lazy_Writer

The brewer moaned in severe pain as he tried to get up in the dark. The sensation of tearing the muscles of the whole body is constantly attacking the brain like a wave. The whole body is likely to fall apart just by exhaling. The whole body is hot like burning. After a while, I found myself lying on a cool stone. While clenching your teeth, put your strength into each and every fingertip. Consciousness awakens with numbing dull pain. The back of the head is heavy. It felt like a terrible hangover. Immediately nausea begins to rise. However, I can't breathe as if it was plugged in the back of my throat. I open my mouth crazy to help. Like a hungry dog, he sticks out his tongue and gasps. Thanks to my efforts, the light gradually returned so that the white film on my field of vision would melt. The brewer spit out the blood that had accumulated in his mouth and coughed several times. When I was struck, I heard the vomit hitting a hard stone. I just feel sick. Tears naturally accumul

  It was a windy night anyway. Kurodo Shimon, a sophomore in college, squeezed his beard and looked down at his smartphone. Worn-out cheap jeans and work boots full of scratches. The only over-engineered flight jacket that was unsuitable for street wear seemed to be warm, wondering where I bought it or why I wanted to buy it. Move your chewed fingers while making the tip of your nose bright red in the cold air that cuts your skin. Damn it, I can't tap it well!　 Frustrated, I wiped the oily screen with my cuffs. The season is December, and the ticket gates of stations are filled with nauseous numbers of people. While listening to the jingle bell flowing from somewhere on the wind, I shook my tongue violently. Slow, slow anyway. What's wrong with my Sakurako-chan? It wasn't his lover that the brewer was muttering in his chest. In the first place, Sakurako is a woman on the web that I have never actually met. (Calm down, I. There was a senior Chara man in the circle. There is