"I'm a little tired of crackling..."
The elevator door with me on it opened and a natural sigh leaked when the hallway of the familiar apartment appeared.
Finally, it's over.
Adjust the quantity, adjust the schedule, adjust the personnel. I was able to use the skills and connections I have developed to the fullest to manage things.
Since we have even incorporated anti-recurrence measures, there are no more identical failures. Both companies will get satisfactory returns on this deal.
That's all I've done, and the footsteps I'm going home are heavy as lead.
"Report to Matsumoto when you get home and apologize to Toya and Murasaki. So... Is that all?"
That's it.
Really, over.
"I guess I'll be angry. I wonder if you'd be mad at me."
To Tsuchiya, Mr. Murasaki.
It's not long since I've known you two through Matsumoto, but I'm going to know that you're very kind people.
So if I apologize, I'm sure you'll forgive me.
That's what scares me.
Even if you say that with your mouth, there must be some anger and resentment in your heart. The day will come when such downsides will stack up and fall on me one day.
You've been with me for four years, Micah, because you've gone away.
Then as soon as possible, surely, keep your distance from yourself. That would be my responsibility and the right answer. That's all I did, and I'm not going to excuse myself.
Something deviant goes back to normal, that's all.
"Ah..."
I was in front of my room 603 as I walked thinking about that. Beyond one, room 605, which took the landlord to my room, is quiet.
“Ping-Poon."
When I ring the intercom, I hear a unlocked noise from inside.
Put your hand on the door knob and open the door to peek slowly into it. It's not like this behavior makes sense. The memory of just spending many years alone helplessly stirs up the anxiety that there is no one inside.
"... Matsumoto?
He's not here.
It can't be there because it's unlocked, but there's no sign of people on the front door.
A stuffed white fox instead sat chocolate in the hallway of the flooring to welcome him.
"Why is the fumble here, to..."
No, it's not.
Fubuki, not Fu.
"But it should be, but it's not"
I took off my shoes and took the stuffed animal in my hand.
Shaped.
It weighs.
It's not an illusion.
"" Sapporo Mio "…"
Even the very obvious idea of the same type of product, misty in front of my name written on my back. No wonder I'm five years old. It's a letter I wrote in appearance.
There's no way. But it's impossible otherwise.
"Ah, honey, what...?
Grasp it to make sure it feels and notice a stiff feeling in your stomach.
Ah, you're a talking stuffed animal. I can't even forget that, now I remember that again.
"Oh, yeah. The buttons are right around here..."
As I explored the position of the buttons with my fingers, I remembered that I had read something in the past.
There is always a goodbye if we meet. And people gradually forget about the person they broke up with.
Face.
Character.
Fuck you.
Smell.
These memories are lost over time and eventually fade completely.
But among them is the order of what disappears first, and what disappears later.
According to one researcher, people forget 'voice' first.
I just remembered so much that I finally pushed in the button I found.
"'Okaerinasai!
"Ah..."
The memories that were rubbing off restored the color.
Voice.
This voice.
Uh, your voice.
"Oh, ah."
It overflows.
I can't help but remember five years until we met at the age of five and broke up at the age of ten.
I have endless memories of the night I cried alone since I lost this child.
Overflowing, overflowing, unstoppable.
"Ahhhhh......!!
I don't want to let you go again. With that thought in mind, I hugged Ah-chan.