Chapter 1 Part2 (1/2)

And so, on Sunday, I was forced to visit a girl I didn’t know.

The hospital that Watarase Mamizu was staying in was at the last train station. After being shaken around for about thirty minutes inside the train that traveled in the opposite direction from the one I usually took to school, I finally reached the station that was my destination.

I headed from the station to the hospital, and then towards the fourth floor via the elevator as I’d been told at the reception desk. I walked down the linoleum-covered corridor and reached the door to a hospital room.

I went inside to find a shared room. The patients inside were all female; other than the two elderly women, there was a young girl who was reading a book. She was probably Watarase Mamizu. I slowly approached her. As if noticing my presence, she removed her gaze from her book and looked up.

I was startled by that single glance.

She was indeed a beautiful girl.

She was beautiful, but I couldn’t think of anyone that she resembled. She had a piercing look in her eyes. Her deep-black eyes were bordered by naturally long eyelashes and elegant double-edged eyelids, making them look more impressive. And her skin was unbelievably white. Perhaps because of this skin, which didn’t have a single sign of having been touched by the sun, the atmosphere around her was completely different from the other girls in our cla.s.s. It was as if she had been born and raised in another country.

A beautiful nose-bridge, shapely cheeks and small lips, running alongside each other. A slender, extended back and a balanced figure. Her glossy hair fell across her chest.

There was nothing dishonest-looking about her expression; she seemed very direct.

“Watarase-san?” I called out to her timidly.

“That’s right,” she said. “And you are?”

“Okada Takuya. Starting this spring, I’m your cla.s.smate,” I said, briefly introducing myself.

“I see. Nice to meet you, I’m Watarase Mamizu. Say, Takuya-kun, I have something to ask of you,” she said, suddenly calling me by my given name. “I want you to use my given name and call me Mamizu.”

I wasn’t used to calling people by their first names, so I found her request strange. “Why?” I asked.

“Because surnames are things that can quickly change,” she said.

Had her parents divorced? But I was hesitant to suddenly touch on this topic.

“Then I suppose I’ll call you Mamizu.”

“Thank you. I like being called by my given name,” she said, giving a bashful smile. The moment she did, her white teeth became visible as if peeking out of her mouth. I was a little surprised at how white they were. The way she said the word “like” was somehow friendly. “So, Takuya-kun, why have you come here today?”

“Ah. Apparently, I have some printouts and stuff to give you, and a joint letter as well. Sensei said that you’d probably be happier if one of the students gave it to you,” I said.

“I’m happy, I’m happy.”

I handed Mamizu an envelope. She took the colored joint letter out of the envelope and started gazing at it with interest.

“Isn’t your message a bit cold, Takuya-kun?” she asked.

I hastily took a peek at the joint letter. The message that I’d written was in the corner of the colored paper.

I hope your illness gets better soon. Okada Takuya.

“Is it? No…”

I didn’t think that it was really that terrible a message. But it was definitely too short, and perhaps the vagueness due to it having been written in three seconds was visible. And this probably meant that Mamizu wasn’t stupid enough to not see through it.

“Maybe it is. Sorry.” I stopped trying to dodge the issue and apologized earnestly.

Mamizu looked at me with a slightly surprised expression. “I don’t really think it’s so cold that you need to apologize,” she said.

She has a strange way of speaking, I thought.