As I was waiting at the central ticket gate of Sendai Station, Tsuru came trotting from the ticket gate with her case in hand. I moved from where I stood and approached her.
âYou havenât changed much. I thought youâd look like a completely different person.â
âThe current trend is keeping things as natural as possible, Iâm just following it~â
I guess I could call that a change? I donât know.
Tsuru left her case on a coin-operated locker to lighten her load.
âThere arenât many people here, it feels good~ The amount of crowd feels just right! Over there, there are too many people, just moving around is tiring!â
âIs it that crowded over there?â
âWell, yeah. Sendaiâs rush hour is nothing compared to Tokyo. That place is seriously f**ked up! Itâs nice that the city prospers, but I wish that there were fewer people there! I swear there werenât as many people there when I was younger!â
âMy mom said something similar.â
It was currently Golden Week, so it was actually more crowded than usual here, but according to Tsuru, this much crowd was okay. Iâve never left Sendai, so I couldnât imagine how bad the crowd was in Tokyo.
We chose a random restaurant to go to. All we needed was a place where we could talk, so we picked a restaurant near the station.
âAs expected, you donât drink, do you, Arina?â
âOf course not, Iâm still underage.â (T/N: Legal age for alcohol consumption in Japan is 20, Arina is still 19 here.)
âThatâs great to hear! I donât drink either, but there are already plenty of idiots in my year that pretty much became addicted already. The welcome party was a mess because of them. Seriously, it was just alcohol, why are they making so much fuss about it?â
âOnly dumbasses could understand what other dumbasses are thinking.â
âWow, I thought your venomous tongue was already cured.â
We ordered soft drinks and toasted.
The sun was already set at this time, so the cabs and carsâ lights were more pronounced when I looked outside the window. The atmosphere made me feel like I finally became an adult. After all, it wasnât often that I went out at night to eat.
âYou became even prettier, huh, Arina? The guys are all over you, arenât they?â
âYeah, but they have become quieter nowadays. Youâre a pretty girl yourself, Tsuru, so you have to be careful around the guys there. If you let your guard down, they might pounce on you, you know?â
âDonât worry about me. If they dare to think of doing it, I can just file a lawsuit against them.â
âLaw students are scary.â
We caught up with what each other was up to at the university. We both had different majors, so our experiences differed a lot. In high school, we wouldnât be having this kind of conversation as we experienced pretty much the same thing.
I guess this was what it meant to be an adult. Children walked in groups. On crosswalks, field trips and school excursions, they would gather in groups. But for adults, that wasnât the case. Adults had to be independent. They couldnât walk in groups anymore because everyone else had their own lives and walked on their own paths.
ââŠSo, have you been visiting Sui?â
I was surprised that she brought that up. Her expression hardened as she said that.
I put my glass to my lips and took a sip.
âIn the past month, Iâve been going there about ten times.â
âThatâs once every three days⊠Youâre amazingâŠâ
âThereâs nothing to talk about him though. Heâs the same as usual, nothing changed since you visited him a while ago. Itâs a relief that his condition didnât worsen at least.â
âI see. How is Ugin-chan doing?â
âSheâs doing okay. I went on a date with her the other day.â
âI donât know why, hearing you saying the word âdateâ casually feels strange. You used to be more reserved about it, huh?~â
âIn any case, Ugin-chan is a strange girl. Sheâs so similar to Sui, their resemblance is uncanny. Do you know that she loves space as much as Sui? She hides that from him though, she said that she didnât want him to tease her about it.â
âReally? What is she, a tsundere? She treats him coldly normally, but she actually cares about what he thinks, huh? Sheâs in her second year now, right?â
âYeah.â
âJeez, time flies. I swear I was a middle schooler just the other day. Before I knew it, Iâm already a college student. Can you believe that weâre going to be 20 years old soon?â
âWe arenât so young anymore, huh?â
âWearing my old uniform already feels like cosplaying now. Ah, right, the other day, someone invited me to work part-time in a bar. They have this service where the waitress dresses in a high school uniform. You want to work there with me? We can be high school girls again there~â
âThatâs what we call âcosplayingâ.â
âI know, but wouldnât it be interesting? Well, I refused the offer though. I donât want to talk to old men.â
Tsuru laughed the same way as she did in high school.
I was relieved to see that she was doing well. She was one of my few friends, I nagged at her to be careful a lot when we said our goodbyes back at the graduation ceremony. I didnât want her to be involved in some kind of incident in the big city, after all. But when I saw her smile like this, I realized that my worries were unnecessary.
We spent 90 minutes drinking and eating at the restaurant before parting at the station. She waved at me and disappeared from my sight while dragging her heavy looking case behind her. We promised to meet again later, but I still felt lonely. Like a rabbit who missed humanâs warmth.
* Â * Â *
My part-time job was a perfect job for me.
My workload was mostly receiving payments from the customers, occasionally, I would put up book covers and give out book recommendations. My favorite part of the work was putting up the book covers. It made me feel like the books were my children and I was taking care of it.
My co-workers were mostly college students who loved books as much as me. Being surrounded with books all day made me feel happy. Ever since I worked here, there wasnât a day when I wasnât happy. I never had a bad day and even on ordinary days, it always felt like it was the best days of my life.
Two months after I started working, I bought a tablet PC with my savings.
It was something that I would use at university, but the main reason why I bought it was to write with it. The days of writing stories with a pen and paper were a thing of the past, nowadays, a single PC was all we needed. Well, I still had to print sometimes, but Iâll leave that for future Arina to think about.
âStoryâŠâ
I muttered to myself as I finished the setup and stared at the blank screen.
What kind of story should I write? I put my arm on the open window and leaned my weight against it. The sky was dark, but I could hear the songbirds chirping from where I sat.
It was already summer. It had been a year since he fell asleep.
He probably was still living in the last summer. The doctor told me that if he didnât wake up within a few months, his chances of recovery were slim. I was still in high school when he told me that and for a time, I wallowed in despair because of it. But it didnât last long, my despair quickly dissipated after I found out that there were people who managed to wake up after going through the same thing as he did.
I laid down on my bed and was about to fall asleep, but then, I realized that I hadnât written down in my diary today. I started writing on it last September and had not skipped a single day.
Today I was thinking of writing a story.
I havenât decided what kind of story it will be, but I have a goal in my mind for it. I want to write a beautiful story that will make the reader satisfied when they close the book. The story that will give them warmth that they will want to hold the book close to their heart.
I closed my diary, went to the kitchen and brushed my teeth.
As I did that, I started thinking about what I would do tomorrow. My reflection in the mirror looked so happy that it made the gloomy-faced me in the graduation book look like a different person.
I turned off the lights and closed my eyes. The humidity felt unpleasant, but it wasnât unpleasant enough to prevent me from going to the dream world.