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Sometimes I look at the Ctrl on the keyboard, the Alt next to it, the shift above, or the enter, backspace... I hear her leaning on my shoulder, murmuring the constantly changing lines of text on the screen:
There is a flower, always melancholically shedding its leaves.
There is a big cat, basking in the sun and wondering about something.
A lion is lying by the water, feeling drowsy as the wind blows the water droplets on its mane.
The rabbit has a goldfish in its heart
The goldfish lives in the water
The lion went into the water
The tiger went ashore
...
She never asks about the meaning of the story, accompanying me in silence. When the drizzle falls outside the window, brushing past the wind, I listen to her recount distant memories.
"Do you remember last year, the rain?"
"That day, the rain was really heavy."
"The crowd was bustling. A Kuroki doll was thrown on the ground."
"Yes, it's hard not to see it in the middle of the courtyard."
Yao opened the album and flipped through it, various colors of light passing over her face, floating like neon.
"Oh, you took a picture?"
"It's so cute."
"Yeah, it's a shame it was thrown away."
"Why would it be thrown away?"
"At the end of the term, everyone wants to carry less stuff. It's also possible that it was thrown away after a breakup, there are too many reasons like this."
"Then it's just not liked, whether it's because it's troublesome or because of a breakup."
"It's not necessarily the case. I remember when I came back from a trip to Yungu as a child, I won a doll at the amusement park. I really liked it, but because the luggage was overweight, not really that much, my mom found it troublesome and asked me to throw it away, promising to buy me a new one when we got home."
"Did she end up buying a new one?"
"No, she didn't."
"Ugh, so annoying."
"Yeah, it is."
"If only it were just a matter of not liking it. It's so hard to keep what you love, isn't it?"
"But I didn't lose it either."
"Hmm!?"
"That was the prize I won in archery, I tried so many times. When I was young, I got punished a lot for being naughty. There's a saying, 'Once the scar is healed, the pain is forgotten.' What's the worst that can happen in life? With this mindset, I don't know when it started, I've been acting like I'm the only one in the world - my mom always says that about me."
"Do you just do things according to your own will?"
"For important matters, you could say that."
"What would be considered important matters?"
"Well... if I have to say, maybe it's about my own matters and things I care about."
"What do you care about?"
"Such a question." It's so cute, I burst into laughter: "You might as well ask me what I don't care about."
"Do you not care about me?"
What's this, how could she ask that. It's really funny.
"I do care."
"That year, I went to your house."
"Huh?!"
The piano string suddenly went out of tune. It's not that I thought the situation itself was crazy, it's just that it felt too contrasting coming from her.
"Is it not allowed?"
"Oh, it's not a problem. It's just that it came out of the blue."
"Anyway, we'll get to this point in the future."
In the future?
Hmm?
Absolutely, there was definitely a moment when the mantel clock ticked. Even if it was just a fraction of a second, I heard it. Absolutely, definitely.
In the future...
Ah, if she says that, time seems to stretch out endlessly. Will we always be together? Life doesn't always go as planned, with too many unexpected things happening. Even if we love each other, we might still be separated by some unknown force. I suddenly feel afraid, standing on level ground but feeling like the earth's crust will collapse the next second, and lava will erupt, leaving us with nothing.
I want to live forever.
Every moment, every moment, this kind of thought ripples in my heart, trembling incessantly.
I want to live forever,
with you.
I must...
Tap!
The crisp sound of collision echoed, and I realized that a necklace had been draped around my hand. The pale blue beads resembled the flying grass of midsummer, and I tilted my ear to listen to the gentle whispers of the wind.
"Then it's settled."
"Eh... huh?"
I am so afraid to make this promise, so very afraid. It feels like the characters in a melodrama making various beautiful wishes that never come true, setting up flags that remain unfulfilled. I am so afraid to make this promise.
I'm so scared,
I'm so scared...
"The things we promised must be fulfilled!"
The sound drifted away, and I was enveloped in her shadow, stretched long by the setting sun.
"Is it a promise..."
The cold touch of the bracelet turned into a whisper, and I thought, it is not yet to that point. My heart ignited once more.
We will always remain youthful, definitely,
Definitely we will.
In the evening, the sun, beautiful like a fake one, and the red moon in the evening is also the same.
Definitely...
It must be so.
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