His mother said, "It’s okay, as long as you acknowledge it. I know it was you. It won't make me mad, but thank you for your concern." She looked at him happily because he had told her the truth, and she was gd to have heard it.

  And then the mother said something. She said, "In order to repay me, you must do every chore in the house. Every chore in the house." Then he said, "Okay, I'll do it. I'll make sure every chore is done. Starting tomorrow."

  As Hiroshi talked about this, his voice trembled. The ghost, meanwhile, watched them as they spoke. Slowly, as the clock disappeared, she made herself invisible. She said to herself, Why did I do that? I shouldn't have done that. I feel bad for Hiroshi. Her voice trembled as she spoke.

  "That boy is too kind for me," she said to herself. "He has a kind heart. I should not have done that." She said this in a vulnerable voice. She looked at the boy, who likely knew he was in trouble, yet he still went through with the pain for her sake. The ghost was shocked by what the boy just done. She knew his name, but she didn't like what she did. All she could think of was how to. He started floating against the air. He felt everything. He saw the trees, the darkness of stars following him. It felt dark, but not eerie as before. It felt peaceful, peacefully quiet. He felt it through his heart. It felt peaceful and calm. up with the boy, how to make him happy, how to approach him because of her, or what, but with guilt, that's what she did to the window. She kept contempting how to approach him, so she watched him as the lights turned off. She saw him reading his book again, but she didn't do anything this time. She just waited and watched him quietly. As she stared, he was reading his manga. He loved it, but he didn't expect it. He went like, "Ah, I see, it's a romance manga." He kept reading the manga, and in the manga, he sees, "Ah, so, they meet in the window, but the next day, they meet somewhere else. Ah, I see." But what makes sense is that I didn't expect it to be a romance; I expected it to be a horror. I think I got the title wrong. I should ask my older brother. He began to read and read, and then he went to sleep. He went to sleep soundly. He went to bed. And then he covered himself with the bnket of his favorite manga hero. And then he slept. He slept. He was in a deep sleep. And then he was excited for tomorrow and what he was going to do.Hiroshi was now in his dream. When he was in the dream, he saw clouds—beautiful clouds like rainbows—and he saw green grass. He saw it was a light summer day. He was in his dream, and he said to himself, "I never had dreams like these before. Most dreams I have, it's just me at school." He then reflected that his usual dreams were of him overworking at the office or in school; he was working and he got in trouble from the teacher. He walked around thinking to himself, "This is beautiful," as he touched the grass. It went swish as it flew across the clouds. It felt like a dreamless world, a timeless world. He walked around the dream world. He saw a house and a cabinet, with a stone-like thing you could see. It was like a well, but it didn't have a bucket; instead, you could step inside it. It was like a house, but you could feel the calmness of the dream. He felt warmth, an unimaginable warmth that was peaceful. His dream was inviting. Then, after that, he went past the well. He opened another gate. This time, he found cherry blossoms flowing around. They were all flying around, and they were nding softly on the ground. He could see a pathway. He walked through the pathway. He felt the calmness of the cherry blossoms. They bloomed like beautiful glowing stars. After that, he walked, sat down, and grabbed a blue cherry blossom. It was blue but pinkish, and then it glowed pink. As he lifted twenty of them in his hand, he smiled at the beauty of it. He felt warmth as he touched them. He looked at it. His mouth was gasping. He was in awe at what he was seeing. His eyes were glowing a bright purple, but with very excited eyes that were lively. He was near the blossom tree, without blossoms, but the blossom trees were already the stars. They started falling slowly, like beautiful tiny little fliers. He touched them, and they were not hot. They were not a hurting hot, but a peaceful hot. He was smiling deeply, with eyes looking very sincere. He looked at them flying down. He said to himself, "All this is beautiful. I never had a dream like this." And when he touched the fming purple star that used to be a cherry blossom, it exploded softly, like glitter falling through his hand that felt ticklish. He ughed a little, but with joy in his heart. He ran around everywhere. He kept running—bash, rush, rush—and then he touched each star. They kept exploding like glitter, and he enjoyed it. He ughed out loud and kept touching them. He felt like saying to himself, "This is one of the most wonderful dreams I ever had. It's peaceful." As the stars came up to his feet, his feet started lifting into the air. He felt himself floating. He was like, "Huh?" and shocked as he felt like he was floating, but it didn't feel painful; it felt weird, it felt real, it felt genuine, it felt like he was in the air. He reflected to himself, "I never had a dream like this before." After another dream of him working in the office at school, all he did was let his eyes naturally drown in the dream. He felt tired, and he didn't want to go anymore. His hands were typing on the computer as he felt bored. His eyes closed in embarrassment as he bit his teeth in embarrassment, thinking about that dream. He said to himself, "Man, I wish this dream could st forever." He saw mountains on the ground, and he smiled at them. He said to himself, "Mountains... I never thought mountains could be this beautiful." He smiled at each mountain he passed. It felt as if the dream had become beautiful. The mountains did not feel like his own world; they felt like mountains from Isekai worlds. Something you would see from a fantasy manga. And then he said, "Oh yeah, by the way, I've been reading so much manga that I already know what beautiful mountains look like in anime," he said to himself while smiling. It was so fantastic, yet in a funny way. He nded softly, and then he saw something. The light stopped glowing as he saw someone. He saw something peaceful. It was the ghost female he had seen in the gss window, and he said to himself, "Why is she not scary anymore?" He felt the soreness in her tongue, and although she wasn't talking, it wasn't just whispers. He could feel her soreness peering through her soul. He expected her to do her scary thing, but instead, he saw tears coming out of her eyes. They weren't happy ones; they were sorrowful ones. She stood in front of him and gave a smile as butterflies kept flowing around her. He said to himself, "How can one person bear this pain?" He said to himself, "How can she hold this much pain? What has she been through?" He said it with empathy; he felt the pain of her smile. It was unbearable. She smiled at him sorrowfully, and then after that, she was pushed away. He said, "Wait!" out loud. And then after that, she was pushed farther and farther as the dream slowly faded away. He slowly blinked in the dream. He kept blinking and blinking and blinking. He woke up where his manga was pced on his bed, The Ghost Romance, with the human boy. And then he looked at it, and he thought to himself, It must be weird. I must be thinking things. That has happened between us. And then he got out from under his bnket and pulled it off, and then folded it in his room and put it on the pillow to make sure it's ft. And then he walked down, went bang, bang, bang. And then went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. And he went brush, brush, brush, brush. Until he was done. He got ready for school. He put his shirt on, and he put on his uniform, which they usually wear. And then he walked down with his backpack on. And he got his lunch ready.