stories of leaves

the october pool (part 2)

one day...

"hey, i should tell you something."

"sure, say what you want."

"i'm leaving... "

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time suddenly stops, it seems. my heartbeat also stops. is it broken?

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silence makes the winds get louder. this view from the hill is darkening, though the sky was pure blue.

or this 'blue' is covering my heart?

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2 months later...

the airport is too crowded. people keep moving everywhere like little ants, so i better prepare myself to breakthrough them.

even so, i still miss this place, my hometown..

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the day you went, i only wrote a letter, a short one. i quickly put it in a box with my favorite drawing. wrapping it up was a hassle, but i did not mind. i regretted about writing longer letter to you. my mind was blank, none of the word i spelled for years would come out. i was thoughtless, i spent a whole month mourning in the corner of my room. i was unemotional, i was not happy whenever i met you since that day.

and now, with my old bicycle, i pass through every bike lane, carry my last present for you, and head to the airport before regretting one more time.

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"yui!"

as my shoe about to touch the airport gate, someone shouts from behind.

"sorry, i have this thing for you."

"hikaru, is that..."

"yes, it's our wind turbines painting. i've finished some last touches on it."

"you should open the present when you remember me."

her voice and the announcer's voice blend together. i know it's time to go.

but i don't want to. i want this moment to be slowed down. i want it to be stopped. i want to hear her voice, i want her to hear my voice.

then, she pushes me forward. without saying, she ran away, ran away from me.

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"morita-san, morita-san, wake up!"

"oh sensei, please. i only slept for two hours."

"if that's so, then you should get higher scores if you put enough effort in studying math and have two hours of sleep."

"i wonder if that is true."

"you better go and drink some water,... and wipe your tears also. i'll help you moving on."

"okay, sensei..."

little morita stretches and gradually rises up. she loosely walks out of the class as if nothing happens.