“What kind of day is today compared to those days!” Rin said and smiled innocently.
” It’s just April 20th, right? What’s so special about this day?”
“Mooooo! That’s terrible! Did you forget?” Rin puffed out her cheeks.
Even though she looks innocent like this, when I lie down on the bed, I can see the display of Rin’s smartphone.
I was so nostalgic that I unintentionally let out an exclamation. What was displayed there was a website called “Secret Diary. Rin looks at me curiously and asks, “What’s wrong?”
“What’s up with you looking at such an old website?”
“No, I was just browsing.”
“For some reason, it’s a site that was popular fifteen or six years ago.”
“Do you know why it became popular so long ago?”
Of course, I couldn’t say that it was because I lived fifteen years longer than you. “Because I heard it somewhere. Then why are you looking at such a site?”
Rin stopped her voice once and said, “Because I was curious about something. Riku-chan, have you ever used this site?
Rin stopped her voice once and then said, “Have you ever used this site? It’s a dead site.”
“That’s right. None of my friends are using it.”
While I was having such a conversation with Rin, an old memory revived. A secret diary is a website that was used long before the SNS that middle and high school students use today. It was a site for sharing diaries, miscellaneous writings, photo-messages (images taken with a mobile phone at that time were called photo-messages), etc.
The main usage at that time was for a close friend or a lover to share a diary between just the two of them. Come to think of it, I also shared her diary with Yui in my previous life. Do you still have that diary?
In the first place, I was skeptical that the secret diary still existed. After Rin leaves, she does a search and it’s true. It seems that the service is still going on.
Somehow I remembered my ID and password, and logged into the diary I shared with Yui for the first time in a while. Since it was an Internet service, the diaries of the two of them were left as they were 16 years ago without getting dusty.
The casual moments flowed there, such as the silly stories of junior high school days, the school trips in Kyoto, and the diaries of encouraging each other to study for exams.
The songs they were listening to at that time are now something that can be called nostalgia, and no one will remember the TV drama that is talked about anymore.
I also had a lot of photos.
The me who used to cook yakisoba at the school festival, Yui in a dress attending the wedding of my older sister, and the two of us happily hugging each other at karaoke after the junior high school graduation ceremony.
Even if I say I have memories of my previous life, I don’t remember such trivial things. I was simply nostalgic, and while remembering the two of us at that time, I read through the diary.
Surprisingly, the diary was updated several times even after I died. Since I am dead, the writer is only Yui.
I didn’t feel very good about it, but I opened the diary entry, “I’m sorry, Hiro,” posted a week after I died.\n