Three Days of Happiness

“Also, at the end of the letter, please write who your best friend
right now is. ...Don’t worry too much about what they think about
you. If it’s a case of “They hate me, but I like them!”, please just
write it. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure no one else sees it, not even me.”
I couldn’t remember what I wrote to myself. I couldn’t even
remember whose name I wrote.
The time capsule was to be dug up ten years later. That was this
year, but I’d yet to hear anything about it.
It could have been I was the only one who wasn’t contacted, but
more than likely, they just forgot.
I thought that I’d like to read that letter again before I died. But not
meeting with any of my classmates. Just by myself.
“How do you plan to spend today?”, Miyagi asked as I stood up.
“Time capsule raiding,” I replied.
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It had been a year since I went back to my home town. After leaving
the station, which was as shabby as a prefab hut, I was met with
some familiar sights.
A town of green hills. The cries of insects and the overpowering
smell of vegetation couldn’t even be compared to where I lived
now. Even straining my ears, all I could hear were bugs and birds.
“Surely you can’t sneak into an elementary school and dig holes in
the middle of the day?”, Miyagi asked, walking behind.
“I’ll wait until night, of course.”
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