Osugi invites her out on a Sunday evening, and she twists her fingers in her hair. She says yes because Osugi is (just) her friend, and she hasn't seen him in a long time. Or maybe she says yes because it's been seven years already and he's probably not coming back anytime soon and she has to at least try not to care. She pushes this thought to the very deepest part of her mind.
It's a nice date, and Osugi holds her hand gently, and he laughs, and she smiles, and they eat dumplings. It's not his fault, it really isn't, but when they walk past the carousel that's been placed in the park, she freezes. There's a white horse, just like the one they had ridden on, an age ago when his chest had been pressed to her back and through her jacket she could feel his warmth. She doesn't realize that she's crying until a flustered Osugi hands her a tissue and drags her to a bench.
"Saki? Saki, I'm sorry. I didn't -" She shushes him with a shake of her head, because she is tired of making people apologize to her and she is tired of being so weak. "...You must miss him a lot," Osugi says quietly. She chokes back a sob because it's been seven years, because she shouldn't be waiting anymore, because she really really really misses him.