Three Days of Happiness

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never-to-come return, but to still somehow barely breathe. I didn’t
want to know that he could make it on his own. ...I have not gone to
see him since. Whether he is happy or sad, it would only depress
me.”
“But before you died, you’d still wanna meet him after all?”
“Yes. Because I don’t know anything else. In the end of it all, that’s
the only thing I can cling to.”
Miyagi raised herself and sat with her knees up. “So I can very much
understand how you feel. Though perhaps you don’t want me to.”
“Nah,” I said. “Thanks for understanding.”
“Don’t mention it,” Miyagi said with a reserved smile.
We took photos of the nearby vending machines, then went back to
the apartment.
Miyagi dove into my bed, claiming “only because today was so
tiring.” When I tried to sneak a look at Miyagi, she appeared to be
doing the same, so we both hastily looked away, and slept facing
opposite to each other.
I should have wished on a shooting star that things could go on like
this.
When I next woke, Miyagi was gone. Only her notebook remained
by the bed.