@kahem thanks.
I'm finally done with this. Sorry I took so long. ><
3/5 of the song request
Requested by : jokojiyuu
泣きながら微笑んで - Naki Nagara hohoen de
#15 As I cry, I smile - Kojiyuu"Let's break up. I'm leaving Tokyo."
You told me that before you left. A fast, simple quick goodbye.
I didn't get to ask any question. You didn't get to tell me any answer.
I walk down the streets alone. It is snowing. I'm clutching onto my coat tightly with one hand while my other hand is holding onto an umbrella even though the hat that you gave me is resting nicely on my head.
It is evening. The streets are packed, despite the snow. Everyone seems to be rushing around for last minute shopping. They are carrying bags. Bags filled with food and gifts.
Whatever for? I wonder.
I hear a doorbell jingle. People are leaving the cafe. The yellow orange light from the lamps in the cafe gives out a warm atmosphere. I looked at my watch. It's about time for dinner.
I guess I should eat as well.
I opened the door and entered. It was warm, noisy and packed.
The waitress ushered me politely to a seat and passed me the menu. I randomly flipped and pointed at an item.
Wreaths. Bells. The radio is playing some festive song.
That's right. It's Christmas. I didn't notice.
Has it really been 2 months since you left?
How exactly did I spend my 2 months I would never know.
"Nyan nyan~"
I can't call you that anymore. It wouldn't be right.
Would there ever be a day where I can call you that again?
My food has arrived. It seems like I've ordered a meal that is meant for two people to share.
I then noticed that there were two sets of utensils on table. And two glasses of warm water.
I looked at the wall clock amidst the decorations. It's seven at the place you are at now too.
If this didn't happen, if we were still together, then perhaps, perhaps, would the person who you are having dinner with right now, would it be me?
Or perhaps, would the seat opposite me not be empty?
Despite how attractive the food looks, and how appetizing it smells. I can't seem to taste anything. The chicken is tender. The potato is soft. The salad is fresh.
But I can't seem to taste it properly. I can't seem to appreciate the food.
I want things to remain as they were then. I want to go back to those times. I want to rewind time.
But there are some things that we can never do. We can only regret.
I need to move on. I tell myself that numerous times.
But there are some things that people just can't forget so easily.
You are probably doing fine. You always do fine in that manner of yours.
So should I.
I let out a soft sigh.
Outside the window, snow is still falling.
Snowflakes are gently falling.
I paid for my bill and exited. The plate of food almost untouched.
The air outside is cold. The streets are less crowded than before.
Everyone must have rushed home to meet their families and loved ones. To their warm cozy home.
Here am I still wandering about in the streets despite the snow.
I leave my footsteps behind as I trod through the snow in my boots.
Trod. Trod.
Trod. Trod Trod.
By the time I noticed my surroundings, I found out that I had unknowingly ended up at the train station.
Were you right here, on this spot, at this station on the day you left?
I don't know. I wasn't there to send you off. You just left without a word.
I wasn't there to see you leave. Did you halt? Did you look back?
Did you miss me?
In the darkness, I raised my hand and waved.
I need to say goodbye to you. I need to move on.
But I don't think I'll be able to get used to life without you so soon.
How long will it take for me to get used to being alone?
Every day I wake up alone in a double bed.
Powdered snow is gathering on the tree branches.
Its gets heavier and heavier.
And then the lump of snow drops.
And the tree branch is empty again.
All my feelings for you,
It's getting stronger each day. It's not fading.
But when I hit my limit...
Will it be like the powdered snow?
Droplets of water hits the ground. I'm still holding onto my umbrella.
Ah. I see.
It's from me. Those droplets.
Oh. I'm crying.
Even if our roads no longer converge.
Even if the tree branches gives in to the powdered snow.
Even if one day, one day perhaps I meet someone else.
Even if you may have forgotten about me.
I would like you to know. That I would remember you.
You who are still standing under the same sky.
You who are my most important person.
You who are - Wait.
Someone is walking towards me.
Oh. It's the guy at the ticketing booth.
"By any chance, are you Ooshima Yuko?"
I stared at him before I nodded stiffly.
How did he know my name?
"Please wait a moment."
He ran back to the booth and came back with something white.
"I've been instructed to pass this to you. I'm glad you finally came. I've been waiting for about 2 months."
"She gave me a photo and told me that someone by the name of Ooshima Yuko, who looked like that would come to the station. You finally came."
She? Who is she? Besides, it's dark out here. Does he run out to ask every girl that comes to the station at night if they were called Ooshima Yuko.
"She also said that Ooshima Yuko would most probably be wearing the hat in the photo."
Ah. I see.
I thanked him for the letter and sat at a bench to read it.
The name Ooshima Yuko was written nicely on it.
My heart skipped at beat at the familiar writing.
It's a long letter. There were 3 pages worth of words.
All the questions I've wanted to ask, they were all answered.
You predicted that I would come here eventually.
You predicted that I would be wearing the hat.
You really do know me best.
I only wish I knew you that well too.
I'm done reading the letter twice. The last few paragraphs are slightly smudged.
I don't know if it's your tears or mine.
I stood up, waved at the guy at the ticketing booth, waved again to no one in particular and left.
It is still snowing.
Once again, I am under my umbrella and my hat is still neatly on my head.
Once again, there are droplets of water.
Once again, I am crying.
But this time. This time.
I'm smiling too.
As I cry, I smile.
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