The stars disappeared in the dark, cloudless sky. Stumbling about blindly, she tripped in the field of flowers. Soft, the texture of sunflower petals, she could feel them gently fluttering around, touching her fingers under the warmth of a summer night.
If she opened her eyes, she would see only black. If she closed her eyes, she would see memories of the sun.
So she closed her eyes. Not a question of how long she would wait nor a question of her unwillingness to stop waiting, she asked herself why her world's light had stopped letting her wait-although she could fully understand.
At that time, the sky was crying for the future. Like finding an angel descended from above, she met a short girl waiting at the station. In a blur, her angel had taken her hand, glancing out of a shy corner of the eyes, and brought her into the light.
She tripped in the beginning, catching her breath at each step. They were running without a care in the world.
Before she knew it, she had started laughing, smiling, and joking. The hand that held her hand, she promised to never let go of it, but it let go of her for a moment instead. So she waited, even if it took an eternity, those few months an eon that extended too long, because she waited for the warmth of her sun.
The smile, the voice, the laughter and energy, of the person she had inadvertently fallen in love with filled her chest.
Her angel returned at the end of summer. For some reason, the smile was lacking, weak and afraid, but they took each other's hands, and this time, she who had been waiting stepped forward to pull the sun ahead.
Simply because she loved the girl.
Simply because they still had dreams to fulfill, sights to see, moments to cherish together.
However slow they walked, however many stops they made, she was sure that they would share their future. But then, they halted in their steps, and the girl she had fallen in love with slowly untangled their fingers, caressing her cheek and saying to move on ahead first with a gentle push.
She who had fallen in love with the sun tripped forward. Looking back, she only saw her angel's back. Her hand felt cold, and she could no longer hear the sun's voice.
Chasing back, reluctantly feeling the time pass, she found the space between them grow more and more. Even as she cried out without a voice to ask what bothered that small girl, their words could not reach each other. And she grasped her heart in misery.
The dream in front of her eyes cracked into a million shards of glass.
She kept her eyes closed because she wanted to keep dreaming. She felt the soft brush of warm fingers wipe away the tears that had leaked from her closed eyes and the gentle breathing of the sun.
She denied the words that she heard, the words that she read, the words that had spread-of goodbyes that didn't involve herself and her other half together.
The warmth escaped. Her eyes snapped open, her hands extended to stop and grab onto the sun, but she saw nothing and felt only the starting drizzle of a summer rain.
There was the glow of daybreak.
Her heart was still heavy, but bit by bit, she felt it lighten. By the words of the sun who said she loved Yuichanzu, by the dreams and burdens of an angel filled with smiles, and the future that could still change. She looked toward the faraway light.
With a small voice, she said, "See you again," and stood to walk forward while remembering the one who held her hand.