Chiaki:
It's been a year since I warped back into my own time. I had promised so many things to Makoto, so many things I couldn't live up to. Its July 15th 2007, an exact year since I promised to meet Makoto in the future. At 3:00pm I had been riding my bike home from Time Travel College, only a little different from actual college. Instead of developing various skills in other areas, we only concentrate on time travel. When I arrived home I felt a sudden rush fill me as I unlocked the front door. Curious, I checked the place to make sure my machines were still in place. Nothing had changed, or so I thought.
A small letter strapped with a red bow lay on my kitchen table. I stared blankly at it, surprised by it's appearance. I knew Makoto loved the color red, but I doubt that had anything to do with this. Carefully I placed the letter into my hands, pressing my fingers into its texture. Flipping it over, I read the information at the back.
'To Chiaki, Makoto'
The letter slipped from the palm of my hand, like honey dripping from the back of a spoon. It was only a few moments later that I realized I was shaking uncontrollably. All this time that I had tried to forget about it, her. This must've been a joke. I knew it would do me no good to stuff the letter at the bottom of my trashcan, so I gathered myself. I forcefully pulled myself to pick up the letter, my palms sweating as I tore open the top of it. My eyes darted across the room, not sure what word to read first. Taking a deep breath, I began reading.
"Chiaki! Oh how I've missed you. It's been so lonely this past year without you, you've been on my mind all the time. I'm not too sure if you've moved within the past year, but I haven't forgotten your promise! Write back to me and fulfill our dreams, Chiaki.
Makoto."
I flinched. I didn't know what to do. I certainly had tried to forget about the promise. Laying the letter back onto the table, I stumbled out of the room. I stormed out of the house without locking the door, I couldn't breathe. I didn't care if tears were streaming down my face as I pulled around the corner. I didn't care if people stared at me wide-eyed at my ghost-less face. And I certainly didn't care if I bumped into Makoto that day and broke her heart.