Cornered in a Parallel World.

The season was the beginning of spring, and on that day it was raining.

[Introduction]

That's why, her body, and mine too, was heavy with humidity. The air surrounding us was saturated, with the immensely pleasant fragrance of the rain.

The Earth turned on its axis quietly without a sound. And in this world, her heart and mine continued to lose warmth gradually.





She was kind, like a mother, and beautiful, like a lover. That's why, I was completely become enamored of her.

She lives alone. And, every morning, she leaves for school. I don't know what's on her mind, nor I am interested. But I, very much like the way she looks when she goes inside the room in the morning. Her hair properly tied up, the faint smell of cosmetics and perfume. "Good morning", so she says aloud warmly with a smile, then straightens up her back. Then she walks away with a pleasant sound of echoing from her shoes.

A smell like grassy places wet with rain in the morning remains for a while.



Summer has come. And still, I don't have a girlfriend. It's not that I don't want to have one, it's just that I'm not ready for commitments yet.

Summer has come and I don't have a girlfriend. Then, I met a girl. She is small and cute. And really good at being spoiled. But after all, I like a girl who is more mature. Like "Her".



[Her loneliness]

In that way, my third summer passes, and gradually cooler breezes begin to blow.

One day like that, after a long long phone conversation, she cried.



I didn't understand the reason, but she cried by my side for a long time. I think she is not the one at fault. Only I am the one always watching. She is always kinder than anyone else. She is more beautiful than anyone else. She lives more earnestly than anyone else. I wanted to hear her voice.





"Someone, Someone.. Someone save me."





In the darkness that has no end, the world that we aboard continues to revolve. The season has changed, and it now winter. The scenery of the rain that, to me, is the first one I've seen.

"For some reason, the rain won't stop from falling."

I have a feeling that I've know a long time ago. The winter mornings are late. So even when it is time for her to enter the room, it is still dark outside. The sight of her, engulfed in her uniform, seems practically to be beautiful.

She, who wore the scent of the rain, and her slender, cold finger tips, the sound of the black clouds streaming by far in the upper sky, her soul, and my feelings, and our room..

The raindrops inhales the sound of all.

But the sound of her voice, that she used to greet me and everybody else, reached my ears.

I, and probably she too..

This world, I think we like it.