Alec Piergiorgi

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The pain he’d felt in his heart didn’t stem from jealousy. Tsukuru knew what jealousy was like. He’d experienced it very vividly once, back in that dream, and the feeling remained with him even now. He knew how suffocating, how hopeless that sensation could be. But the pain he was feeling now was different. All he felt was sorrow, as if he’d been abandoned at the bottom of a deep, dark pit. That’s all it was—sorrow. That, and simple physical pain. He actually found this comforting. What hurt him most wasn’t the fact that Sara was walking down the street holding hands with another man. Or the ...more
Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage
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