No matter how far away we are from each other, we’ll always look after one another.
The second time /she falls in love/ is more subtle—less like an ocean and more like rain. Cathartic, quiet: a scarf unwrapped from a starless neck and onto her own, a coat, a rainwater kiss. A back growing broader by the day, a back standing ahead of her, but never too far, close enough to touch. Mamura’s distance is only ever by her will. He wears her headphones but it is only months later that she finds out that they are songless so long as she is with him; he blushes when he tells her he prefers the sound of her voice. He blushes when she cradles his cheek, her touch skimming from the bone of his jaw downward. (x)