The sea that was trapped in the window was now tumbling on one side.
Aoi Uehara (yeah let's go) stood at the station's platform and stared at the sea shining in the summer sun (hi).
There was a national highway running along a single line of tracks, and beyond that, it was the sea. Nothing blocks (whispers) your sight. There were not even clouds in the sky. The sea was too large, too different from that town.
A middle-aged woman walked off the same train past him. She has a small bouquet of flowers in her hand. Did you see him as one of a kind with a paper bag from a western confectionery store, she gently clubbed (eh) and interpreted (shudder). He couldn't respond.
The blue of the sea hurt my eyes when I stared for a while. He removed his glasses and dotted his eye drops. The wind from the sea dries once in a while in an attempt to wipe (plush) it overflowing with a palm.
Walk the national highway through an unmanned ticket. The sidewalk is narrow, and a car that can't run tall seems to blur its shoulders. There is no sign of a pedestrian. He was the only one baked in the noon sun twinkling.
Even if it was merely a crossing point for those driving cars, for him the land was the centre of life and destination. It's a lonely place, but more preferable than floating in a festive mood like around his city and high school.
The hospital was protected by a sandproof forest. The building is nevertheless miserable. Once white, the outer walls are exposed to the sea breeze, yellowing, and crackling in the sun.
The guard at the entrance looked at him and cheered. He returned the courtesy.
The lobby was brand new as opposed to the exterior. The reception counter is bright with wood and the painted varnish seems to smell.
Clerk waved from across the counter.
"Aoi, shall I call Haruka on the in-house broadcast?"
"Fine. If you wait, I'll come."
He sat on a square couch like a big soft candy. On the edge of the lobby was a woman sitting in the station earlier. He holds his hands together on his knees and offers a bouquet of flowers. I was about to see each other, and he turned away.
My skin looks dark because I was in the sun until just now. It was as if it had sunburned in just a few moments. He stroked his sweaty starting arm. T-shirts and jeans are cold and damp.
There was a white line drawn on the floor, showing the way to the ward and clinic. I had to move from here, he stared at the floor, concerned that he was being pushed in case this was a crossing point.
White sandals rolled at my feet. I flipped over and showed him the bottom. Plus my white feet snap my fingers and flip again. He raised his face.
When Haruka sat across the street for the first time, she heard air coming out of the couch. Water-colored sickness (bulbous) clothes (y) similar to a piece have matching eyes coming to the sides of the body and are fastened with strings (strings). The butterfly knot was the only decoration on clothes that had no pattern. The printed wristband with the name and barcode was a replacement for the bracelet. As she jerked her dark hair in her ear, her armpit (wax) glanced darkly from her wide open sleeve (so).
"Hey."
He cheered slightly. Hulka puts her legs together without responding. Sandals caught on the toe hang out and shake.
"What's that?"
Cut long eyes glow under his straight-cut forehead. Her gaze was poured into the paper bag he held on his lap.
"This is shoe cream"
"Yeah, that's good."
"Shumai flavoured shoe cream"
"What? What rhymes are you treading on?
She made him laugh.
"Really. Rhyming."
"Why did you buy that? The cashier and the clerk were surprised."
"I buy it every week, so this is all I have left."
"That's not true. Sweet industry."
Halka took the smartphone out of her hip pocket and messed with it for a while, but eventually she snapped "Wow... are you serious, Shumai flavor..." and glanced at her face.
"How's it going? Do you have fever?"
As he snapped, she slipped her smartphone into her pocket.
"Not today"
"Usually?
"Or not."
She seemed out of sight. He followed it and sprinkled. Outside the window the pine groves glow green and dark.
"The people in the alley are summer."
"What?"
He turned back to the front. I have eyes for her.
"How's the sky? Are you studying for exams?
"I'm doing it. I'd like to make a recommendation, if possible."
When he answered, she nodded small and messed with her nails. I felt like I had said something boring and he snorted and glanced inside the paper bag.
Footsteps echoed as he walked side-by-side down the hallway leading to the inpatient ward.
Hulka's skin appears white in the dark. The neck extending from the collar (Eri) of the diseased coat is thin.
The sky seemed to smell like a sweaty, damp t-shirt, so I distanced myself from her.
A face-to-face doctor from the other side noticed him and raised his hand gently.
"How are you feeling?
"Fair enough."
Halka also stopped at his place, but his eyes were behind the hallway.
My doctor says tennis is a hobby and my skin is burning well.
"I thought you had meat on you."
"Really? I haven't been running lately."
"It's like you can't do it when you run"
"Okay."
When she broke up with the doctor and walked away, Haruka leaned over.
"That teacher, he's having an affair with a rookie nurse"
"Seriously?
He sprinkled and looked away at the back of his white coat.
"Ma'am, I'm pregnant. You suck. I'm sure I'll go to hell."
So he snapped and Hulka speeded up his walk.
As I was climbing up the stairs, a man in sick clothes came from the upper floor.
He looked out for the man because he had a face he didn't see. New patients are rare. Is it past 30 when I was a year old? Due to the kid's head with no (bu) fine (ginger) beard and gray hair, I get a sloppy impression.
Where are you going, Otsuki?
Hulka spoke to the man.
"To buy coffee"
The man called Otsuki gave his gaze to the Ethereal. "This is Uehara-kun?
"Yes. Leave us alone. The guy who just got discharged."
Hulka sprinkled at the pale side, pointing at the man with his thumb.
"This guy, the new Otsuki. I've been here since last week."
"Nice to meet you. I hear about Uehara-kun from Haruka. I hear your illness has healed."
The Ether slowly climbed up the stairs, and as he stood on the same steps as the Otsuki, he looked at his opponent from the front.
"I am in remission, and the symptoms do not appear, but it is not healing. This disease won't heal."
Osamu leaked a faint breath as her chest was crushed.
"That's fine. Dictionary of Mandarin."
Halka comes up the stairs and takes the paper bag from the pale hand. "Do you want some shoe cream, Osamu?
In her words Otsuki brightened her expression.
"Yeah. I think I'll have it"
"Then come to Shaya's room."
"I'll buy you a drink for Halka, too. Coffee, please?
"Lots of milk, no sugar. Ethers are milk tea."
One nod walked down the stairs, and the sky dropped off with a rugged face.
"How pretty are you?"
Hulka gives him a paper bag. The pale took it and raised it in his hand as it had been.
"You mean that guy you were just talking about, the new adulterer?
"If it's so muddy, it's funny the other way around."
Hulka couldn't help but look, chased him up the stairs.
Smell the inpatient ward full of smell and the sky feels like he's back. What's there is leftover incense from the meal. There is no disinfectant odor, sweet and sushi (su) The smell of life tickles my nose.
The hospital room is large enough to likely pack multiple beds if it's a regular hospital.
The pale approached the only bed placed indoors, bending his back.
"Shaya, how's it going? You look so pale today."
Koma (Koma) Ki (Ki) Shaya did not respond with her eyes open thinly. Cover the mouth. The oxygen mask clouds regularly. The monitor that put the cable on her body sounds electronically with a sense of flutter - that was the only effect it had on her outside world.
As Hulka opened the curtain, an inexplicable eyelid entered through the window.
"Before this, when I opened it here, my eyes seemed a little moved"
The pale nodded, staring at Shaya's face. My cheeks (cheeks) are painfully depressed. The messy black eyebrows were like plants stretching her body as a nursery. The wrist was carved, and the shape of the bone was floating. The wristband is loose and it's going to fall out.
"If you want some shoe cream, no."
That's how he tapped Shaya's hand lightly. The back of his hand was cold and dry.
Two sofas for one person are placed side by side by the bed. The TV on the wall is bigger than what is in the Ethereal House. The walls on the hallway side are glazed so you can see what's going on from the outside. It's built to have a veranda and go outside, but it's too hot this season.
Hulka sat down on a stool placed on the hallway side, took a side table remote and dotted the TV (s). The golf tournament is shown.
"Sometimes you come here and watch TV with me. Because watching it alone is boring."
Ethers responded with a nod to her words.
Keep it on yourself. Hulka can't even look at the TV. He stares silently so that the numbers and graphs displayed by the monitor in Shaya contain some kind of answer.
The Ether stared at the floor. The sun-heated air caused convection, and its shadows were vortexed (udder) rolled (ma) in cream-colored linoleum.
He noticed himself disappointed, expecting Shaya to be on his way to comfort even slightly after a week. He remembered the English word over the past week, submitted a report on Japanese history, and charted the results of his chemistry experiments. Slight but forward in school life. I wanted the same thing to have happened to Shaya's medical condition.
I've been betrayed many times, but still come here with the same expectations every Sunday.
The same was true about Hulka. I felt that something important could be said of her, apart from when she came the previous Sunday. But when you actually look at each other, you can't say anything.
"Thank you for waiting."
Osamu came in with the glass drawer open with an elbow (a twist), placing three paper cups on the tray. Halka stood up and headed that way.
"Thanks."
Uehara-kun, go ahead.
Osamu sits on the couch and serves up a glass. The pale took it and opened the box of shoe cream. Halka takes two and hands one to Otsuki.
"It tastes like shumai."
"Well, that's rare."
Otaki puts up a shoe cream and meets Ethereal. The sky returned his mercy.
Halka, who grabbed a bite of shoe cream, held her belly and folded her body.
"Ohhhh! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!
I laughed at her reactions and tried the ether as well. Indeed, the cream inside brilliantly reproduces the flavour of shrimp. As for the shoe cream, it's heretical.
"But this might taste better if you think of it as something gratin croquette"
Otaki is recommended to eat with a fine face. The sky gazed.
"What...? Oh, yes. I thought so and bought it."
"Liar. You were surprised for a moment now."
Halka sipped the coffee on the face.
Eventually she ate all the shoe cream while complaining.
An empty paper cup was placed on the table where the otaki was between the couches.
"Uehara-kun said he was in that town when the disease started. Harka told me."
Ether glanced at Hulka. She was purposefully arm-in-hand and watching golf.
Otaki rides herself to the pale side.
"Can you tell me what happened in that town? Neither on TV nor in the newspapers tell us anything in detail. The information hasn't even rolled on the internet. I think you were the only one who knew the truth."
The sky turned away. Still, I can't shake Otsuki's gaze.
"I want to know more about this disease. I want to know where this disease came from and why I had to get this disease."
"That story, I'm coming out too, right? Then I'd like to hear it."
Hulka said he couldn't help but take his eyes off the TV.
The pale dropped his eyes on the paper cup in his hand. The milk tea ripples when force is applied to snap it.
"Fine."
I had already told this story many times. The opponent changed each time, and what was required was different, but the story always ends the same - the battle is over. They're all dead. Everything's gotten involved.
The monitor of Shaya's body sounds electronically as if to prompt a conversation. Shaya lies silently.
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The lake is stuck in the window all the time.
The Ether leaned against the train door and looked out the window.
Surrounded by red-leaved mountains, Tsukumi Lake was blue and black reflecting cloudy skies. Supplying water to urban areas, this artificial lake buries the valley in water and elongates east-west.
It's a sight I've seen since I was a young girl, but the Ether didn't like it. It's unnatural to put water between the mountains where there was nothing. The national highway, which runs along the tracks, is an old street, and travellers who once went there would have seen the valley settlements under their eyes. The settlement is now sinking to the bottom of the lake.
The pale moved his eyes into the car. Box seats are occupied by the old men. They all dirty their thick-bottomed boots with mud and could be seen as a climbing return. There are many low mountains along this route that are affordable for day climbing, so hikers can push them from Tokyo. It's an assortment of red leaves, and it's a huge crowd even on weekdays. High school students, who were dropping out of school as well as Ethel, were sitting in their long seats messing with their smartphones.
When he arrived at Fuji Valley Station, he woke up. Press the button to open the door.
Out of the ticket, a private uniformed elementary school student chased him away. My mother is picking me up in the car in front of the station. There are so many places around here with no sidewalks that it's dangerous for one child. School buses carried students in pale elementary schools.
Crossing the trail there is a Red Cross clinic. He has never been in here outside of vaccination because he doesn't know anything about it.
Enter a long tunnel. There are only orange blurry lights. When I was a kid, I was afraid to take this place. I prayed it wasn't haunting when people approached me from the other side, such as on winter evenings.
Through the tunnel you enter the valley settlement. Mountains loom from both sides.
A thin river runs along the road. Some river beds are cemented in concrete for water treatment, but most remain natural. The river, which becomes a steep face when falling whitewashed through artificial steps, gives a gentle expression as it passes between the bush shores of grass.
On the other side of the shore, if houses are built with the mountains pressing behind them. Some tiles (straw) roofs (yah) with the season in, and some roofs with black steel plates.
The pale fell on the road and walked as he could jump a crushed persimmon. Sometimes the car just takes it, and I can't see anyone walking.
I went home as the road moved from the right bank of the river to the left bank. He has a wooden look in his father's hobby. It's in harmony with the mountain behind it, but it was floating from the house around. Quite a few stupid dogs in the house can bark (ho) this face anyway.
In his own room upstairs, Ethel took off his uniform and changed into running clothes. The temperature was such that it felt cold just the blazer on top of the white shirt, but when running, a t-shirt would suffice. In case the temperature hits, round the windshell and cling to the shorts pockets. Spread the gel for energy replenishment onto the mesh pocket at the waist. The bottle to be filled with water has a belt for fixing so that it can run with it in your hand. Checking the bottom of Lanceau at the front door was reducing the sole and eliminating any irregularities (diapers). I just bought it six months ago and it seems to have a close lifespan already.
Running out of the house to the back of the valley. The house disappears and outside the road becomes a chopped cliff. Far beneath the eye the river flows roughly through the bottom of the stream.
Take the private garden tip and enter the mountain path. It's a work road that's no longer in use, and climbers aren't the first to get in.
The sky goes up in speed. On both sides of the road are cedar groves, with straight trunks without branches making the landscape geometrical.
The cedar leaves that fell to the ground look like a herd of red centipedes. The sky treads on it. I also step on the mud. Avoid exposed roots, rocks, and earthy sacs because they are slippery. Be careful not to detach from the road on the ridge (oh). If you slip (and tease) down the slope, you will be seriously injured even in the low mountains.
Runs on paved roads are a sport that wields arms and moves legs, but you have to figure out how to tread a trail run down a mountain road. I carefully leave every foot on the road where I don't know what it is. I can't let one step go unnoticed.
Leave one chill on the surface of your body and get hot from the core. The rubber on his shorts waist gets wet in sweat and tightens his belly. The tibia (shin) and calf are caught. The thighs (thighs) are heavy. The water breaks out in the bottle in my hand. I want a drink but I'm still patient. The water for fire protection accumulated in the drum can is cloudy green. I want to sip and sip even with this water. I want to bathe it from my head.
A wooden staircase appeared. Almost to the top. The stairs are difficult to raise the legs and the stride is limited. It's the last difficulty. I have trouble breathing. My body is craving oxygen and screaming. He was more conscious of throwing up instead of sucking. If you exhale the cloudy breath, the clear air of the mountain will be naturally captured in your lungs.
At the top of the mountain, the trees are cut off and 360 degrees of vision is lost. He stood there and received the wind from all sides in his body. Red as mountains burn under the twilight sky. I look at the ridge lines around the mountains and think of the path I've been running. I want to laugh at the thought of running up mountain roads.
Trail runs make sense every step of the way, and if they pile up, they always reach the top. That's why I liked it. School studies are told to "do it," but nobody wants to know what happens where they do it, and I don't feel like I'm wearing it. I don't have the feeling that I'm competing with the others, and I hang on to my routine. I felt like I was running to wield it.
I can't stop sweating so I took off my T-shirt. I don't want to be like a bodybuilder, but I think I should get some more muscle. Drink a bottle of water. Overflowing from my mouth dissolved in sweat that conveyed my chest.
There are several tea houses at the top of the mountain, with a few climbers sitting on its bench. I guess I've been walking vertically (yes) from the most popular high mountains around here.
"Hello"
Voiced out by elderly men and women. Is it a couple? You look older than your pale grandparents. They both had single type trekking poles in their hands.
"Hello"
The sky raised its head. I don't like greetings (greetings), but it's mountain manners, so I'll be decent.
"Do you live around here?"
When I saw he was one, women were more anxious.
"Yes."
"You can always climb."
"I climb every day."
The two laughed at the pale words. I think I took it as a joke.
"It's a shame the weather is a bit bad today"
Men look around more.
The Ether gazed into the southwest sky. I'm confident in my eyesight, but I can't see right beyond the clouds.
"If the weather is nice, you can see Mount Fuji over there."
"Oh, I wanted to see that."
"You can come back."
The two face each other.
"Please come back. In every season, this mountain is fine."
So the pale wore a damp t-shirt.
Drink a gel that tastes orange and is so sweet that the back of your throat (throat) is paralyzed that it goes down the mountain.
The creeping ridge road was a major route, but no one comes up at this hour, so you don't have to worry about making contact even if you speed up.
The sky was gone as it bounced. Tie the point of view farther away than when you ascend, and process visual information early to determine where to tread.
I saw something glowing between the trees, and he loosened his legs.
Something like a white cloth is caught in a Konara branch. It's shaking in the wind in the darkened woods, and if you were a kid, you'd be haunted.
It looked like an emergency blanket. Insulated sheet to be used in case of shipwreck. However, since aluminum is vaporized to the surface, it should have sparkled more.
And he drew near unto the cloth, splitting the twigs. Is it about 2m vertical and 1.5m horizontal? I feel like a blanket when I take it. It seems soft and melting in my hands.
"What is this..."
The cloth was transparent.
The touch is definitely cloth. But the hand that should be on the other side looks clear. When the force was applied, it stained so blurry and red.
Is it a new material? One new product after another is being developed in the outdoor world. He also often checks sites that disseminate such new product information, but I've never seen anything like it.
A bird rang in the distance and flew. Look around. There is no appearance of man.
He wanted this cloth. I don't know what it's for, but I want to keep it on hand.
Think about dragging it down from the branches - can I work stealing because people haven't seen it?
I wasn't particularly faithful, but I thought I'd have to be careful once I got into the mountains. There is a low mountain nearby, but a different air than the flat ground. Even the well-maintained mountain roads were dangerous, and I felt that it was not by my own power that I had been avoided.
He let go of his hand and stepped back on the road. When sprinkled, the cloth is shaking in the wind nonetheless.
Even after I ran off, I still had that soft, sensual feeling in my hand.