While walking home from school, I walked past the bookstore near the station and heard someone call my name. It was a familiar voice belonging to Shiina Yuuki, the enigmatic girl who always frequented the empty field where the white cat slept.
As time went by, our memories of joy and sorrow began to blur, and the pledges we made became a distant memory. Back then, I didn't grasp the worth of Yuuki's grin, the gravity of her tears, or the weight of each greeting and farewell exchanged.
This is a tale of coincidental encounters and sorrowful goodbyes.
