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Lately (no, lately couldn’t be the right word), she has a favourite pastime of sitting in the backyard and just close her eyes for a minute or two. When she does so, either a boy, a young man, or an older man would appear before her. Sometimes, there would be another young man with horns appear beside him.
That person talks a lot, but she doesn’t understand most of the things he says. Still, she finds the need to nod along to encourage him. Because even when she doesn’t understand anything that comes out of his mouth, she still enjoys the sound of his voice. Why is that? She can’t say that she is too sure. Maybe because it has the same sweetness of warm milk in a dark, cold night. Maybe because it feels as warm as the first ray of sunshine after a long winter. Maybe because it shares the fragrance of the freshly dried, warm clothes. And she found that to be much more pleasant than the sharp sound of metal crashing at each other or the dull sound of the water dripping onto the ground.
What does that person call her again? Right, Mother. He calls her by Mother.
Everyday, she couldn’t help but wonder where that person is now. Closing her eyes to see him is nice but having him by her side would be much more comforting.
And she figures that if she wants to know anything, she should ask, right? So, one day, when that other young man with horns approaches her (he had been spending much more time with her now), she asks, still struggling to lift her heavy jaws:
“Where is the other boy?”
It feels like that moment was frozen in time.
And then the other young man’s expression broke into something she can’t understand, and something she doesn’t like.
She could hear the beating in her chest gets louder and louder as she pushed herself to find something that might help her, something that was hiding in a hidden corner of her mind, no, her heart.
Maybe I wasn’t being clear enough. She thought. A name. A name would help.
“Where is…Nagamasa?”
The salty water from the other young man’s crimson eyes fell onto her hands. It too, was warm, but she doesn’t like it.
