Shiho Miyano continued to stare at the train as it sped away from her, down the track towards the horizon, until it seemed to merge into the setting sun. A warm wind gently pulled and tugged at her silky, red blonde hair, and the sun's rays danced lightly on her smooth, creamy cheeks. Her mouth was slightly open, and her eyes were wide as they followed the train. She struggled to keep her eyes open as her hair brushed against her forehead. Her blue eyes obeyed for a few more seconds, then her eyelids dropped down and rested lightly on her cheeks. When she opened her eyes again, the train was gone, and she found herself gazing at the setting sun in confusion.
The wind continued to play with her hair as it floated by her ears. It seemed to be blowing and whispering questions to the baffled girl. She didn't know why, but seeing that dark haired boy had given her an overwhelming feeling, making her helpless with emotion as questions swirled inside her head.
Only a few minutes ago, she had been calmly waiting for her train at the train station. Before the last train had pulled away, she had felt an irresistible urge to turn around, almost as if an invisible hand was pulling her, forcing her to turn around and look the other way. Then, she'd seen that boy. The one with the dark black hair. Black hair. Black hair and blue eyes. Yes, blue eyes. She hadn't seen them, yet she was sure the eyes were blue. She hadn't seen his face, yet she knew how he looked. Why?
" Why?" Shiho asked herself, biting her lip in frustration. " Why, why, why?"
She stood still, unmoving, as her red gold hair continued to dance and flutter around her face. She clasped her hands tightly together and squeezed her eyes shut, praying that somehow, something would happen, and she would remember the things that had happened to her in the past. She concentrated and prayed with every fiber of her body, but nothing happened. When she opened her eyes, she still couldn't remember anything. She still knew nothing. Her shoulders slumped in defeat, and she almost cried with disappointment, but she knew tears couldn't help her.
Her train rolled past her, but she didn't get on. She didn't even notice that she had missed it. Night came, and the sky darkened, but Shiho still didn't leave. She wasn't even aware that day had changed into night. She just stood, puzzling over her life. She knew the facts about her life, but why weren't there any memories to match the facts? Why couldn't she remember anything, even when she tried? What was wrong with her?
It grew later into the night, and Shiho Miyano just stood and thought. She tried as hard as she could, but she couldn't figure anything out. Nothing about when she was little, nothing about going to school, and nothing about the dark haired boy. Who was he, anyway? The moon appeared, and the woman without a single memory stood alone in the moonlight, thinking and pondering.