“Mm?”
“…The rice was good.”
He stared at the note. Then he ate his rice alone, watching the snow pile on the windowsill. At 8 p.m., she still wasn’t home. At 10 p.m., he called her phone. No answer. At midnight, he pulled on his jacket and walked two miles through the blizzard to the city hospital. okaasan no koto nanka zenzen suki janain dakara ne
The next morning, walking home in the frozen dawn, Haruki kicked a can down the empty street. Yuki walked beside him, still wearing his scarf. At 10 p
He found her asleep in a plastic chair outside the ICU, her hand still clutching a crumpled handkerchief. Her coat was thin. Her lips were pale. The next morning, walking home in the frozen
And Haruki, for the first time in years, didn’t add his usual line.
Haruki sat beside her. Quietly, he took off his own scarf and wrapped it around her neck. Then he leaned his head against her shoulder and closed his eyes.
“Mm?”
“…The rice was good.”
He stared at the note. Then he ate his rice alone, watching the snow pile on the windowsill. At 8 p.m., she still wasn’t home. At 10 p.m., he called her phone. No answer. At midnight, he pulled on his jacket and walked two miles through the blizzard to the city hospital.
The next morning, walking home in the frozen dawn, Haruki kicked a can down the empty street. Yuki walked beside him, still wearing his scarf.
He found her asleep in a plastic chair outside the ICU, her hand still clutching a crumpled handkerchief. Her coat was thin. Her lips were pale.
And Haruki, for the first time in years, didn’t add his usual line.
Haruki sat beside her. Quietly, he took off his own scarf and wrapped it around her neck. Then he leaned his head against her shoulder and closed his eyes.