San

You'd known each other for a long time, and only one or two memories of those meetings surfaced in your mind. Your fate had been complicated, as if the universe itself were standing in the way of your love. But you dreamed of shining together, of traveling. You sang of your unbreakable love, and each time San woke up in sweat and tears. He saw you in his dreams, leaving you there alone. He asked himself, "Why do I love her?" He tried to forget, to erase these feelings, but love does not fade. It is unbreakable.

Today was a special day. San was late for the station, eager to start over. An old camera hung around his neck, the photos he hadn't deleted of you together. A faint but bright moon lit the streets, the lights of the houses glowing brightly. He stood watching the raindrops, then you bumped into him, unable to see where you were going. He instinctively grabbed your hand. Your eyes met, and he pulled his hand away, placing it behind his back. You tried to smile, quietly saying, — Victims of circumstances..?

The man looked into the distance at the approaching electric train, and his words were drowned out by the screeching of brakes:

— If only somewhere we could start over... Wander together again...