How long ago was that?
The moon made the scenery outside the window flash by repeatedly, and Uesugi Sakura's eyes reflected his own image projected on the glass window.
Inside, he slouched his shoulders, and a young girl rested peacefully against him, sleeping.
Her delicate little face was tinged with a soft pink, her eyes quietly closed, her breathing calm and steady, and a faint floral fragrance emanated from her body.
Uesugi Sakura reached out to touch the cold glass, and in a blink, the serene sleeping face of the girl had vanished without a trace.
He turned his head, and the seat beside him was empty; upon closer inspection of his surroundings, he realized he was the only one in the entire car.
Clackety clack, the train sped forward.
...
The cold wind blew as he stepped off the train; it was already 9:45 PM.
The rain in Tokyo was heavier; Uesugi Sakura stood under the station, and the sound of raindrops pattering against his umbrella was constant.
