Ryuichi holds Keiko’s hands. The lights of the Seven Eleven, the cheap beer, the guilt whirl out of time with the jazz music from bars. ‘I left because things changed,’ he says.
‘You left because you changed. I’m the same.’ Keiko closes her eyes. A moped hums past splashing the smell of petrol and rain. ‘I forgive you. But why did you come back?’
Ryuichi lights a Lucky Strike, leans against a car and stares at the web of wires connecting the apartments and offices, at the stars caught between them — like faded dreams in the night. ‘I forgot something. Come with me. We’ll go to Kyoto, watch real stars from the mountains, where the air is clear.’
A plane thunders above as Keiko laughs and shakes her head. ‘You were always a dreamer, ever since we were kids. Always chasing something, and never knowing when you’ve got it.’
In response to: What Pegman Saw – Tokyo
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