STARS
"I don't have much time left."
He looks up at the night sky. It was a starry night that evening, and he remembers how, on a night like this, he had told her about Germany. He remembers how, on that night which was so much like this night, her smile had remained frozen on her face when she had been told that it was not just a short term study trip. On that night, he had taken her out on a date, on that night, he had bandaged her foot, on that night, he had finally told her what everyone else had already known long before. He was leaving tomorrow.
The song ends, and after a polite round of applause she excuses herself. Tsuchiura looks at her with an unreadable expression on his face, seemingly a mixture of sadness and jealousy and understanding and resignation and even a bit of wistful happiness.
"Go get him."
She thanks him and, picking up her skirts, begins to run.