My only source of light

[30]

In that quiet and lonely evening no sound could be heard in the same room. However, the scenario outside was very pleasant.

The roads were not crowded with many cars, most city people were already at their homes with their loved ones.

Even if the coming of the festival was almost here, no one was visiting the roads adorned with lights and many other ornaments.

During this time Tokyo was praised. The Spring Festival, under his other name of "Sakura" or "Hanami" is one of the most important festivals in the year.

It is important because, as the name tells them, it resembles the cherryflower that is the Japanese national symbol.

His arrival is at the door, and the people were still imprisoned in their homes. They were losing the beauty of this celebration that had not yet appeared.

However, on the opening day of the festival these empty streets will be filled by a lot of people who enjoying the festival.

Being March the outside air was a warm one, a breeze feeling in that dark evening. The streets were decorated with many ornaments, lights and a lot more, all given the theme of the festival that will come as soon as possible.

Through the light windows of the houses you could see how families spent their time together, eating or playing games together.

Some were probably lonely, sitting in front of the TV looking at the serials and eating unhealthy food. In a small neighborhood in that big city there is a café still open in that evening.

In the same room there were four people who talked together, some more or less. An old woman stood on a chair sitting at a round table, she smiled at the white hair girl she had not seen for a long time.

The old woman stood and looked at that girl, who was in front of her at the table, wondering how much she grew up at that time.

Between the two women there was a five-year-old child, a cute and smiling girl who ate a candy of the many she had received.

Near the girl with her blue eyes stood a boy with the same shade of hair color as her, staring at the phone in his hand.

The two women were telling their stories, from the past or present, trying to know what had happened during the time they had not seen each other.

The boy lifted his head for a second, looking away from the phone, then staring at the window to see how dark it was outside.

Seeing that it was getting dark, he move his gaze toward the face of the girl, he watched her for a second before being ready to tell that it was time to leave, not wanting too worry the parents of the child who were with them.

But when Mikey had seen Senju's happy face, as she was talking to the old woman about what he did not know what, he had decided he could wait a little.

He had not been careful during the conversation between the two but Mikey did not want to look like he was interested so he decided to preoccupy his time with something else.

Even if he did not want to show, he was a little nervous and not because of the girl, but rather because of seven men who did not give a life sign throughout him that day.

Mikey had expected a phone call or even a message from Sanzu who had always knew how to annoy him every single day.

But to his surprise he had not received anything, and that worried the leader. He did not know anything about his members and the appearance of those masked guys was still a great cause to be more nervous.