Nagihiko and Rima sat side-by-side on the cream couch of their apartment. Slowly, Nagihiko began to fall asleep and his head fell onto Rima's shoulder. It was slightly heavy, but she didn't mind.
They were now 22 years old, just graduated college and are living in New York. They had happy memories in Japan, but they thought it was time to move.
"How did we survive all these years?" Rima asked herself as she played with the rim of her shirt.
"Because of love," Nagihiko replied and pulled her close.
I want a guy that will st- No.
I want a guy...
just...
like...
Nagihiko...