3.1 - Flower Seedling - I can't lie to myself anymore

Tokyo still needs to be cooler.

I tightened my jacket and slowed down the cherry blossom trees I bought from the convenience store with a box of coffee from the convenience store.

Before coming to Tokyo, the cherry blossoms in Kagoshima had been falling for many days, but I didn't expect the trees to be full of petals.

Over the years, I have participated in youth surfing competitions in Kyushu and Japan many times as a competitor, but I have never been to Tokyo.

I didn't expect to have to come to Tokyo in order to go through the formalities of a surfing organization, which is really strange.

When I came to Tokyo, I had to think of someone.

I opened the opening of the box of coffee, tilted my head and took a puff.

After all these years, I still don't have the ability to distinguish between good and bad coffee.

It's just that like him, every time he goes to the convenience store to buy a drink, he always grabs a box of coffee. I don't know why I don't drink milk anymore...... Even though the taste of milk still fascinates me.

Since the year before he graduated from college, he has gradually stopped contacting, after all, it is just because of the friendship of his middle school classmates, and everyone is gradually moving away from ...... Maybe one day, when I go to the beach on my motorcycle, all I can remember about him is a name.

However, I still can't let it go.

It's just that I still can't let go.

Over the years, there have been a few boys who like me, and there are boys I like, but I have never started dating them.

Every time someone confesses or looks at someone else, he always unconsciously compares the other person with him in his heart.

The first few times I was confused, but then I figured it out.

In order to confirm this, I did not go back to the hotel where I was staying tonight, but went directly to the address I had written down many years ago.

When I arrived at the door of the apartment, I had almost drunk the coffee in my hand, and I threw it into the sorting bin in the apartment, and accidentally caught a glimpse of two empty coffee cans inside.

In today's Japan, there must be six or seven out of ten coffee drinkers, if not eight out of ten, but I wishfully think that he threw it out.

When I stood outside the door of 403, I couldn't help but feel relieved to see that the "Tono" label was still hanging on the door.

2.2 - Akari - Silent and lonely satellite

I sat alone on the JR Chuo bus platform at Shinjuku Station, waited for a long time, and waited until the crowd gradually thinned out, and I still didn't wait for the one I wanted.

I put the book down in my hand, looked up at the sides of the chair, and saw that there weren't many people waiting.

After all, it's almost time to shut down...... The next train will be the last train from Tokyo Station to Shinjuku.

After stretching, I picked up the book I had just put down again, staring at the title of the cover in a daze.

1Q84Ah...... Haruki Murakami's new book, because I have been following this writer known as Uncle since "Norwegian Wood", so his new book has just been signed, so I asked a friend who works at a bookstore to buy a copy.

When I opened the cover, I couldn't help but feel a little dazed...... I can't remember which page I just saw.

It's really strange to say, I always feel like I'm going to pick it up again and read it right away, so I don't remember the page number before closing the book, and I just put it down without making a mark, but when I pick it up again, I really can't remember where I looked.

So I searched down the table of contents chapter by chapter, and my eyes tightened a little.

When I read the text chapter by chapter, I never felt that the chapter titles of this book were so worrying:

…… Quietly, don't alarm the butterflies

…… Go to a strange place and meet strange people

…… I'm glad you like it

…… No matter how far away you try

…… That's the most boring place in the world

…… There is nothing but the soul

…… Silent and lonely satellites

…… While the warmth is still there

Wait a minute...... Silent and lonely satellites?

Seeing this, I didn't come to the ground for a palpitation, and I remembered the past many years ago.

We've all cut off contact with each other since we broke up at Iwafune Station 10 years ago, and even though I wrote many, many letters when I was in middle school, I never sent them again...... Phone calls, text messages, or e-mails, never before.

In the past ten years, we have not been in touch with each other, but I have felt his presence from time to time.

This feeling has only intensified since I came to work in Tokyo after graduating from university.

…… Are you that silent and lonely satellite?

"Guishu-kun, it would be nice to be able to enjoy the cherry blossoms together in the coming year."

Remembering my wish to hold an umbrella under a cherry blossom tree more than ten years ago, I felt uneasy.

Suddenly, I wanted to go back to the parallel railway road that I passed in the afternoon, and I wanted to take a look, and I wanted to know if the man who passed by me was really Kishu-kun, and I began to regret it a little...... If it was Guishu-kun, he would have waited for a long time on the other side of the railway.

"Shinjuku Station has arrived, Shinjuku Station has arrived."

The JR train crashed into the station and salvaged me from my memories. I began to pay attention to the deceleration of the train, staring at the doors that were about to open in my field of vision, and "he" would surely come out of one of them.

As soon as I put the novel in my bag, the car door opened, and I stood up and searched, only to feel something strange, as if there was a pair of eyes staring at me behind me.

Could it be that he was playing a prank and deliberately running to the back?

The doubt was fleeting, because I had seen him come out of the car door.

I raised my right hand and waved it to meet it.