
Dependence Called Tachibana Willow
by Writerholspi
About This Novel
When we were five years old, we discovered a rule of the world: some things are born to require four hands to pull apart. Like that white drawer that's a little tight. Like the entire universe called "us". Drawers filled with bunny apples, seasonal fruits, and the sweetness of sharing. Until winter comes in Liu - my father leaves, my mother sinks into the long night, and the drawer becomes empty for the first time. My superpower is seeing the cracks in the world. When I was seven years old, I chose to squat next to Willow's crack, stuffed half a biscuit, and said "I saw it." At the age of fifteen, we kept our distance in the haze of adolescence, talking with our eyes and coded words. At the age of eighteen, I boarded the train bound for Tokyo and she stayed in the supermarket with lights on. The distance is three hundred kilometers by Shinkansen, and I miss you for zero seconds. The so-called childhood sweethearts are probably the coordinates that are always reserved for you in each other's lives. And the so-called destination-- It was when I came back from Tokyo and opened the supermarket door, she raised her head and said: "Do you want the bento heated?" "Yeah." The white drawers are still there. There was a click. This time we pull away together.
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