EPISODE 01
A Place
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Friday night. A cafe in Shibuya.
Three years of memories, erased by a single phone notification.
Shibuya in the rain feels like a city built for heartbreak.
I called Yuka while holding my umbrella.
Yuka, listen. It's over. All of it.
Was this building always here in Harajuku?
The 8th floor... What's on the 8th floor?
In the elevator, I wanted to turn back three times.
6... 7... 8.
...What?
The sky stretched beyond the windows, the floor was white, light flooded everything.
What is this place? I can see all of Tokyo.
I turned around, and our eyes met.
He was smiling. How can someone smile so naturally?
"Nice to meet you," he said.
...For what?
I was given white clothes. "Change into these," they said.
The person in the mirror looked like someone different from yesterday.
THUD
I was on the floor in three seconds.
I had no idea what just happened.
Someone's weight is on my chest.
I can't move. I can't breathe.
It hurts.
...And yet.
I feel more alive than I did last night.
On the way home, the back of my neck is burning.
Right where someone touched me.
I'm a wreck, but I'm smiling. Why?
I want to go back tomorrow.
I don't know why, but I want to go back.