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(Also, I'm making this one extra long… because I'm such a terrible person and I want to make up for not updating. P.S. BUCKETS. HEHEHE.)
I drop to the ground, Kanade still wrapped in my arms,
still crying with clenched teeth and tears streaming down my face.
I can feel Kanade's cheek on my head and her hand in my hair
as we both sob. Right now, I don't care that people are watching.
In fact, it makes me feel better. Because they are witnessing this moment.
Because I know that it isn't a dream. Because she can't disappear
this time.
After the event in the street, Kanade and I went to a coffee shop a few
blocks away. I held her hand the entire way, but we didn't talk.
Neither of us even smiled. We were both thinking.
I was thinking about the past. I was thinking that the girl that held my hand
felt so different, though I know she's the same person. Maybe she's
thinking the same thing about me.
Am I different now? I think to myself.
Now we're sitting at a booth, both of us glancing awkwardly from the
table to the window. I don't know what to say. I want to talk about
our old school, but I don't know where to start. I don't know how
she'll react either. I still have so many questions about her life.
About her- now, then and before. I realize that I knew so little
about Kanande. I know that she had my heart from
my last life.
It sounds strange to think that.
My last life.
It gives me chills. But what else do I know about Kanade?
What does she know about me?
Nothing. Nothing….
I think, and I feel like I'm about to cry again. I swallow the lump
in my throat and blink back tears. I don't want to cry anymore. But
I don't want to talk either. I don't know what to do. But at the same time,
I wish that the moment in the street had lasted forever.
I put my head in my hands and sigh. Suddenly Kanade says,
"Um… so, how are you?"
I take my head out of my hands and look at her. I see that she has shorter
hair now, pulled back into a tiny ponytail. It looks cute.
"Huh?" I blush," Oh, uh, good, I guess…"
UGH. I think, That was my chance. How can I say something as dumb as "good"?
A tear falls on the table. Then another. I reach up and wipe my eyes,
scolding myself for crying, but my eyes feel dry. I look up to see Kanade,
tears rolling down her cheeks… with a smile on her face. She laughs
and puts her head in her hands too. Then she looks at me, her eyes red
from crying.
"I just- I mean, I'm just remembering.
"Yeah, me too."
And I smile.