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The Near yet Unreachable Distance
That time … when my sight caught her face … I wonder … why she looked so sad …
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The sounds of cicadas …
Tingling sound of wind chime …
Unbearable heat…
Like it or not, I never thought this day would came so soon. Summer, the season I hate the most, the season where the sun was ruling over the earth. I didn't know why some people like this season. What fun could I get under such strong ray, even in the morning? It was unbearable.
I was not as strong as other people. My physical body was weak. Under temperature which are too extreme would made me faint. That's why during season like this, I would stay inside my house, waiting till night came. I just … don't like heat.
Entering Edo period in Japan has caused many changes in this country. One of it was … there were not much war like previous period, peaceful town, where we could live without fear. Everyone was smiling at you in the morning when you step out from your house. When you are in trouble there were always a kind people who helped you. There was no poverty here. There were only rich and common people. The rich never looked down on us, they treated us equal. It was like this place was heaven, well yeah … only on the surface. You won't know if everything will stay the same when night came. If only my parents were still alive, I won't be so lonely like this. Time always came late, if it would come sooner, things might slightly different. Wearing this Yukata didn't help me out from this extreme heat. Just as I thought … I really hate summer.
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When night appeared, the true face behind this peaceful town was revealed. The dirty part which existed inside this Town will show its face. For example … Just as I walked around the town like this, on the dark alley I could see several people bullying a child. Yet the people who saw it just walked past them like it didn't happen. If I walked to the back of the shrine in this town, I could saw scribbling made by either children or adults, those scribbling which contained their hatred towards the late Shrine Maiden. At the graveyard, every day I would saw this purple haired guy offering withered flower to a grave.
Mumbling the same words every time …
"Why didn't you love me?"…
"Why did you leave?"
I was sick of it. Didn't he realized that his voice annoy me very much?
If I told him like that, perhaps he would say,
"Then why did you bother to come in the first place?"
… but when someone told him, he only said
"I am sorry".
And he would come again tomorrow. I was sick of it. He acted like the world has reached the end just because one life has gone.
If I walked straight from this graveyard, I would arrive at the worst part of this town … yes … this castle, this big giant castle which was the thing this town very proud of, The Akabara Castle. It was the place where all kinds of illegal business took place. The worst ever place to do all kind of things.
Every night I would visit this place, I just felt like it. Maybe I was enjoying seeing people got broken here. As people say, "Beautiful Rose has sharp thorn" It was definitely suit this place. I was here to watch the beautiful rose not to touch its thorn. Why would I touch rose's thorn at the first place after all? Wasn't that foolish? That was my opinion, but there were so many fools here who want to touch the thorn … just so that they could hold the beautiful rose longer.
For me … there was no need to held the rose if I could watch them bloom beautifully from afar. I was not a fool, unlike them, I won't go … I won't go …. I won't go … as far … as them.
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Actually … there was another reason … the reason why I visited this place. It was behind this slide door, where I could hear the sounds of samisen being played from the other side.
The other side of the sliding door was a large room where lot of people watched a Geisha playing samisen at the center of it. I felt disgusted when I saw their devilish smile … which was directed towards her. She was the red rose … which all men want to held, also … the main reason of my curiosity. Her pure white skin, her black pretty iris, she was just like an Angel sent to this hell. With her pure red kimono, no men could stand against her charm. All audience here, who watched her performance, always entertained just by the smile she show. But … no matter how many times I looked at her … I felt she was not showing a smile … she was … showing a face full of sorrow.