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The sun's bright.

As if it's never been

hidden by clouds.

A dry breeze from the city.

My shirt's a bit scratchy.

Takeshi fans himself with his phone.

The smell of sunscreen

and plastic lunches.


In front of us.

Her pink hair drifts,

blending with 

the cherry blossoms.


We lean against concrete pillars.

Watching.

She's near the rugged platform.

A space,

only for those who are

leaving.


For some reason,

we stopped for tea

on the way here.

Ritual I guess.

Barely any words spoken.

Just familiar gestures.


I think Takeshi and Ai,

talked,

hushed,

as we walked.

Not sure about what.

But I don't mind.


An announcement.


"A train for Tokyo is

arriving soon to track one.

Connecting service to Hokuto.

Please stand behind the yellow line."


A sharp reminder.

She turns to face us.


She's beautiful.







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A soft voice.

"Takeshi..."

He clicks his tongue.

A small grin,

a nod.

"Take care, okay?

Gotta run to the bathroom anyway."


He ambles off.


Just us now.

Stuck between a holiday crowd.


I know they must be loud,

but I can't hear a thing.

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