"I love you, Florice."
Four words. So simple, yet they hit so deep.
I wanted to smile when he said that. I wanted to say it back-I really did.
But right now, all I want to do is cry.
Because I'm not Florice.
I'm not his first love. I'm not his greatest love. I'm not the girl who left a mark on everyone's heart.
I'm just... the one people see as her shadow. A copy. A second version. A backup plan.
Whenever they look at me, it's like they're seeing her all over again.
They get this look-like they've seen me before-because every little thing I do,
every word I say, every part of me that I thought was mine...
It's all something she already did.
I'm not Florice Miyoui.
I'm Fiorice Minatozaki.
And that
changes everything.