Three Days of Happiness
ThreeDaysOfHappiness
ThreeDaysOfHappiness
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My original plan was to only take my letter and put it back right<br />
away. But after all that effort, I wanted to look through all the<br />
letters. A guy who’s going to die in a few months should be allowed<br />
at least that much.<br />
I picked one at random and opened it up. I skimmed through the<br />
“message to your future self” and the “best friend” part.<br />
Once I was done reading, I opened up a notebook, wrote the letterwriter’s<br />
name, and drew an arrow pointing to their best friend.<br />
After repeating this with a few more letters, the number <strong>of</strong> names<br />
and arrows increased, gradually creating a relationship chart. Who<br />
likes who, who’s liked by who. Which are requited, and which ones<br />
aren’t.<br />
Just as expected, by the time I’d read all the letters, the lonely<br />
name on the chart was me. Not a single person had chosen me as<br />
their “best friend.”<br />
And... while I searched the time capsule thoroughly for Himeno’s<br />
letter, I couldn’t find it. Maybe it just happened that she wasn’t<br />
there the day we buried it.<br />
If she had been, surely she’d have written my name, I thought. I<br />
mean, she’d secretly drawn an ai-ai-gasa with our names in our<br />
secret base. She’d definitely write my name. Maybe added a heart<br />
or two.<br />
If only Himeno’s letter were there.<br />
Stuffing my own letter, which I’d found earlier, into my jeans<br />
pocket, I reburied the time capsule. I returned the shovel to the<br />
shed, washed my hands and face with the nearby faucet, and left<br />
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