She thought she was Bouvet Island, far away in the South Atlantic, as big as a fingernail on the map, and no one would take a detour.
Later, someone came, and she took the croissant and sat on a bench, quietly listening to the wind with her. She began to feel that maybe this island could also be reached.
She said: "I won't express it. Maybe we have twists and turns, but I don't regret being close to you. Because of you, I want to live. This is the greatest victory."
She paused: "If you are in pain, I will not wish you a long life."
Later, someone stood on the shore with a silver bracelet on his wrist. The edges have been warmed by body temperature, like an old thing that has been worn for many years. She passed the bakery, the cherry tree, and the bench where they had sat together. The wind was blowing from the right, but she didn't turn her head. She just pressed the bracelet against her heart and continued walking forward.
There is only one line written on the last page of the logbook: "She has been here. She sat on my right side for a long, long time."
The tide recedes and rises again, and the shoreline becomes blurred. Only the silver bracelet was still shining, and like a sentence that did not require an answer, she said, "You will accompany me, right..."
Intention: Redemption, because of love, life is fragile but great