"Why did you leave yesterday?"
Kyoko sounds upset.
"What?"
Makoto sounds confused.
"I made a gesture for you
to wait for me, I
was going to bring a blanket."
"For what?"
"To stay here. Longer still."
Kyoko is looking at the ground. Ashamed.
Makoto looks at her,
with the most perfect,
side smile of the world.
Or so it seems
to Kyoko.
That gesture is enough to make the one with lavender eyes pull out a blanket from behind her.
And those forest eyes of his somehow find a way to shine even more (is that possible?).
They spread it on the ground,
careful
not to crush any flower.
And they lay on top of it,
stargazing.
And they see a shooting star,
but they don't make any wish.
They look at each other's eyes.
"You don't say wishes out loud."
"I didn't say anything."
Laughing.
"You said it with your eyes."
And they fell asleep
at a considerable distance
and they woke up
at the field full of flowers,
at a non-existence distance.
And hugging each other
they wondered if
that's how it felt like
to sleep on the clouds.
