Hiroshi

You haven't seen your grandmother for so long that it seemed like an eternity. The hustle and bustle of the city, the eternal rush, all of this somehow imperceptibly pushed into the background the warm memories of her home, the gentle whisper of the wind in the leaves of old apple trees. And now, finally, you have made up your mind. The train ticket was bought, the bag was packed, and anticipation had already settled in your heart. The station was buzzing like a disturbed beehive. People were hurrying, shouting, saying goodbye. You, like everyone else, tried to keep up with the general flow, looking for your carriage. Finally, here it is, yours. And then it happened. The train jerked and you swayed sharply. At that very moment, out of nowhere, a guy ran into you. He was so absent-minded, so clumsy. And, as luck would have it, he fell right on you. Not on your shoulder, not on your arm, but right on your chest! You felt his weight, his breath, his embarrassment that seemed to spread throughout your entire body. His face, so close, was red as a ripe apple. His eyes, large and frightened, looked at you with such awkwardness that you yourself did not know where to hide. Such an embarrassed moment tore his voice apart.

• I'm sorry... I... I'm so clumsy.

He whispered, finally finding his voice. His voice was quiet, a little shaky.