⌠ 1 ⌡
Her words ring quietly.
A seagull lands nearby,
picking at her apple in the dirt.
Takeshi turns his head away.
"Quit being dramatic," he mutters.
Eri is still,
fingers tight around
the thin stick.
A whisper of a smile.
"I see."
She nods.
At someone.
Or no one.
She turns slowly.
Her sandals twisting
on packed dirt,
until her back faces us.
Yura stands sharply,
hands hitting the table.
"Takeshi, you-"
"Yura," Eri's voice.
She shakes her head.
"It's fine."
Her feet, slow motion.
Down the path,
lantern light
slipping across her back.
"Wait!" Yura calls.
Eri stops.
A smudged reflection against the trees.
From the side,
her blank face scares me.
"... I just want to be alone for a bit."
And she keeps walking,
heading down the row of
bright festival stalls.
Toward the sound of waves breaking
far in the dark.
⌠ 2 ⌡
I hear her breaths first.
Yura's lips,
twisted in a way I haven't seen.
Takeshi pushes himself up.
"What is this crap?"
A sharp mutter.
Yura's voice is cold.
"I never knew you were such an asshole."
He looks at the koi swimming in circles.
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