Three Days of Happiness

105
The campus, which I hadn’t visited in many days now, felt unusually
cold and distant. The students walking around seemed like happy
creatures living in a totally different world.
Even the rare unhappy person I passed by seemed to be relishing
their unhappiness.
After printing out a map and putting it in my bag, I left the library.
The shops weren’t open yet, so I bought anpan and drip coffee from
the vending machines, and had breakfast in the lounge. Miyagi
bought donuts and chewed on those.
“Hey, this isn’t really a meaningful question, but if you were in my
situation, how would you spend your last few months?”, I asked
Miyagi.
“Hmm... I don’t think I’d know until I was in that position,” she
replied, then looked around her. “Um, I know I told you before, but
you shouldn’t talk to me in places like this. They’ll think you’re a
strange guy who talks to himself.”
“Let ‘em. I am a strange guy.”
Indeed, the people in the lounge were looking at me warily as I
talked to empty space.
But I didn’t mind. In fact, I wanted to be actively weird. Better to
remembered as a weirdo than not remembered at all, I suppose I
thought.
When I stood up after finishing breakfast, Miyagi came up beside
me.
“Um, I’ve been thinking. About the answer to that question you