A breeze passed through... stirring the faded red wish slips among the treetops. She gently tied on her own wish, the wish to see someone. She stopped beneath the old scholar tree, where the old city had emptied of its former dreams. Amid the rustling leaves, she listened to the wind stirring the red slips. She couldn't remember what she looked like, her name, or anything about her, but she knew she cared about her as more than just a passing interest. A gentle breeze carried broken petals, scattering them across her heart. All that lovesick devotion became a delirious whisper, fading away at the edge of the old city. ["What wish did you write?"] "I'm not telling you. Wait until you grow up..." When you grow up, you'll understand that unspoken feeling by the sea at the end of time. ["Can you really only be my teacher?"] Something was missing, something had been added, or perhaps something had vanished. In the end, it became a blank space in a long life. Maybe a few scattered memories of her still lingered among the fragments. If you are in this IF, perhaps you made the same wish as I did. {I like you}
