Three Days of Happiness

you would have met Mr. Naruse two years later in a similar way,
and a minor thing would lead to a dispute, ending with the two of
you parting. ...You should cut it off soon before it reaches that
point. Nothing good will come of placing your hopes in this man.”
The irritation I felt toward Miyagi didn’t come from the fact she
insulted my friend. It also wasn’t because I was told something I
didn’t want to know, and it wasn’t because I couldn’t stand putting
on an expression I didn’t actually feel.
Lastly, it also wasn’t my anger over Naruse sneering at my former
dreams being irrationally misdirected at Miyagi.
Then what was I so irritated at, you ask? I wouldn’t be too sure how
to answer.
At any rate - Naruse in front of me prattling on thoughtlessly,
Miyagi beside me muttering gloomy things, two young girls on the
other side of the aisle gabbing in shrill voices in a conversation that
was more interjections than words, a troupe behind me talking
about their opinions as passionately as if they were drunk, a group
of students in the far seats clapping and shouting - suddenly, I just
couldn’t take it anymore.
Shut UP, I thought.
Why can’t you just be quiet?
In the next moment, I threw the glass next to me toward the wall
on Miyagi’s side.
It made a louder crash than I expected as it shattered, but the
restaurant was silent for only a moment before the noise resumed.
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