The campus was quiet. The dormitory building was quiet. He sat alone at the entrance, looking into the empty dormitory. It was almost noon.
“First to arrive, last to leave. That really is sad. Heh. Hahaha. In the end, I’m nothing at all. I never cried when we parted before, so why am I crying now? Damn it.”
“Elementary school didn’t feel like anything. I’m still in touch with people from middle school. In high school, our final group got scattered to the winds. Only here did I feel what it meant to truly part. There was no escaping it. I could only accept it.”
“Why did you fall for... me? I’m curious.”
Deep in the darkness, he yearned for the light. He wanted to seize even the faintest, unconscious glimmer, and that person had given him a reason to live. I waited nine years, almost ten, for him to say those words. But when he finally did, all he asked was to borrow money... There’s really no way to describe it.
During our fifth and sixth years, I didn’t feel that close to him, yet he stayed by my side and told me not to care what others thought: I was myself, and no one could take my place. But in the end, we went our separate ways and never got in touch again.
My greatest fortune was simply meeting him. We’ve had good times and bad, and whenever we’ve been lost, we’ve helped each other find our way. After all these years and twists and turns, we’re still in touch.
And my answer is: if I were... we would surely have loved each other. But I’m not. All I can do is watch from afar and wish him well...
