A small young boy walks down a crowded Kyoto street. He has two things with him, a katana and a map. He is accompanied by a tall man in a long tan coat. A girl wearing a dark green dress stands in a doorway. She stares across the street, and suddenly, the young boy catches her eye. It was love at first sight. She just has to talk to him. She wants to know why he has that katana with him and why he looks so lost even though he's clearly Japanese. She steps into the street and is jostled about until she reaches him. Suddenly, she trips, and he whirls around and catches her, saving her form falling face first. She looks up and smiles, embarrassed. She blushes when he stares down at her. He tells her not to be embarrassed, that it could happen to anyone. He smiles. They talk for what seems to be forever. Then the man in the tan coat says that they have to go, and they leave her, alone on the now empty street. It isn't until they cannot see her anymore that he realizes she never told him her name. He doesn't even know her name.
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How cruel is Fate that she would separate those so deeply in love?
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