17:07 Tokyo time, All Nippon Airways NH022 flight 789, first class.
Due to the weather, the plane did not fly as scheduled. Sitting in the first-class cabin, Fujiwara Yuu was playing with a five-yen coin in his hand. Even though there was no expression on his face, his action of accelerating until he didn't notice the coin falling showed that he was completely immersed in his own world and was in a more or less bad mood.
37 minutes have passed since the agreed time. She should have gone home when she found that no one responded and her phone was unreachable.
I heard a woman's voice coming from the plane broadcast, which was simply informing me that the plane was about to take off and asking all passengers to go to their seats, fasten their seat belts and not move around.
The plane glided rapidly down the runway, gradually lifting off the ground. His body reacted in microseconds, especially to the ringing sound in his ears. He didn't cover his ears with his hands like he had as a child, his gaze fixed on the distant ground.
At the moment of takeoff, he also realized that he would miss countless seasons with her.
His spring, summer, autumn and winter will lose their most brilliant colors.
It's like a general losing his most beloved warhorse and being unable to gallop on the battlefield anymore.
There are only three words left buried in my heart, and that is - I'm sorry.
"...If I had known earlier, I would have loved you more."
If I had known in advance that I would leave without saying goodbye today, I should have loved you more and looked at you more often.
He murmured his regrets, then pretended to take out a newspaper and look out the window...
This winter will be very cold.
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1996, October 7, Sunday.
Tokyo in early October has completely gotten rid of the tail end of summer. Miyano Akemi, who originally wanted to go out wearing only a sailor suit, was worried that it would be cold at night, so she prepared a khaki cardigan to wear as an outer layer. She could tie it around her waist when she felt hot, and it was not a very fashionable combination.
As the bell rang for the end of the last class, Miyano Akemi ran out of the school gate with a brisk pace as usual, but today she did not have a letter to send to her sister in her hand. In order to go to Dorobiga Land with Fujiwara Yuu, she specially communicated with her sister in a letter on Sunday last month, and Shiho also asked her to have fun.
Of course, Miyano Akemi was afraid Shiho would worry about her, so she lied to her sister, telling her she was going on an outing with a female friend. After all, the appointment was in the evening, and going to an amusement park with boys at night would surely worry her so much that she'd want to fly directly from the US to Japan.
She quickened her pace while checking the time on her phone. After all, she was the one who suggested going to Dorobiga Land, and being late would definitely be a bad behavior. Because she and Fujiwara Yuu both have a strong sense of time, both of them are accustomed to arriving early, and if they are late, they will make the other wait for a long time.
No. 117, No. 118, No. 119... No. 120!
Miyano Akemi, who finally arrived at the door of Fujiwara's house, did not choose to knock on the door, but took out her mobile phone to send a text message.
However, five minutes passed and she still didn't receive a reply.
Miyano Akemi wanted to stand on tiptoe, but she remembered that the gate and the wall of the Fujiwara residence were ridiculously high. There was no way she could see inside by standing on tiptoe. She tilted her head and muttered to herself:
"Is he busy? He doesn't look like he's at home."
She glanced at the time on her phone. She wondered if Fujiwara-kun had missed some time at the police academy, and Fuchu City was still quite a distance from Haido Town. She didn't choose to call him, as she knew he'd have a lot of luggage after six months. If she called him, he'd have to free up his hands to answer the phone, which would be inconvenient with so much luggage.
The considerate Akemi Miyano squatted at the door of Fujiwara's house and waited silently. Unfortunately, the weather was not good. It started to rain not long after, which instantly made her mood drop to the bottom.
We definitely can’t go to the amusement park if it rains, so I guess we’ll have to wait until next time.
But Fujiwara-kun will probably be very busy after becoming a police officer. Thinking of this, Miyano Akemi could only sigh secretly. But just as she took out her phone to check the time, the old lady holding an umbrella noticed her and walked up to her with a kind smile:
"Little sister, you don't have an umbrella to hide from the rain here? Why don't you come with me? I have an extra umbrella at home."
"Grandma, thank you for your kindness, but I'm not hiding from the rain. I'm waiting for the owner of this house to come home." Miyano Akemi smiled and rejected the old lady's kindness, and took the initiative to say: "Grandma, do you want me to take you home? Is the thing in your hand easy to carry?"
The old lady did not answer, but looked at the nameless house plate next to her with a confused look on her face.
She knew everyone who lived on this street, but she didn't know this family very well. But it didn't matter, because when she went out to meet her friends, she saw the young man who lived here dragging a suitcase into a car.
The old lady who likes to watch the 8 o'clock family ethics drama instantly thought of the cause and effect, so she immediately said earnestly:
"Little sister, I advise you to go home. The young man left with his suitcase a long time ago. He doesn't look like he plans to come back, at least not for a while."
suitcase?
Miyano Akemi was stunned when she heard this. She picked up her phone in disbelief and clicked on the number pinned to the top of her address book, only to be told it was turned off. So, was everything the old lady said true?
It wasn't that he was too busy to see the text message, but that he had no intention of replying at all, and even turned off his phone to prevent himself from making a call.
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