The History of the Town

It was raining on the day he moved out of the city, but he found that every eaves resembled her gesture of holding an umbrella. The back of the proprietress of the breakfast shop downstairs in his new home looked like her, and he subconsciously said "no coriander" - that was her taste. He was talking to himself in the empty room at night, only to realize that she was everywhere, not because she was everywhere, but because he had never really left the summer with her. He turned on his phone and deleted all search records about her - but the search bar automatically popped up: "How to forget someone".