River
Chihiro Ogino, twenty-three years old, silently observed a set of apartment buildings.
"Could you tell me when these were built, sir?" she asked the realtor next to her.
The man adjusted his glasses and scanned his papers. "About 15 years ago, Miss."
"Thank you." Chihiro paused in thought. "There was a river here when I was little."
"Yes Miss. I believe it was called the Kohaku River."
Chihiro squinted her eyes. Something stirred in the back of her mind. A vague memory stored away beyond an abandoned tunnel she couldn't reach. Someone she deeply wanted to recall…
"Sir, I believe I'll take this one."
"Don't you want to look inside the room first?"
"No, sir. It's fine."
Chihiro turned to face the wind. She could have sworn it had been calling her name.
Chihiro… I'll see you again someday… Don't look back…
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AN: I'm sorry, I don't know how the real-estate system works in Japan. I also couldn't think of a decent title. Any ideas?