Translator: Deus Ex Machina
Proofreader: KLZ
We left Arata’s home, Miyuki and I. She also joined me on the walk back.
“......”
“......”
I didn’t want to talk about anything. Understanding my feelings, Miyuki also didn’t say anything.
“Well then.”
“Mhm, see you tomorrow.”
“I’m sorry.”
I appreciate her taking me home even though it’s in the opposite direction of her house. Miyuki just laughs with the expression ‘what are you even saying?’.
“Don’t force yourself, okay?”
“Mhm.”
While waving towards a worried Miyuki, I closed the front door.
I went straight to my room - ignoring my mother and little sister who called out to me.
I threw my luggage onto my bed and laid down without changing out of my clothes.
I didn’t want to do anything.
Arata was no longer here.
I was attacked by a different feeling of loss from that time when we broke up.
I will... never see you again, Arata.
Never again.
“Sob… sob… Ara—ta…...”
I was weeping, my tears wouldn’t stop.
I loved you.
I loved you.
Even though we broke up and I tried to forget. I always, ALWAYS loved you
”Arata… why… why...”
Looking up while wiping the overflowing tears, I saw the book in the bag I threw.
“Ah...”
It was Arata's diary that his mom passed on to me.
I don’t know why she gave it to me, but it’s the only memento I have on hand.
“I never knew you had something like this.”
I tried opening page one.
It was written in meticulous lettering. I couldn’t imagine it was from the Arata I knew.
◆―◆―◆
Suzuki Arata 14 years old
Favorite food Ramen
Hated food Peppers
Likes Playing with my friends
Writing a diary
Hates Going to the hospital
I’m a third year student tomorrow. I hope to have fun with everyone this year too.
◆―◆―◆
“Arata…...”
Arata was already writing way before I met him.
——When did I recognize the existence of Arata again?
During the self introductions after the class change?
No. back then, he was just one of the many classmates I had.
When was the first time I recognized him as Arata?
Opening the second page of the diary...
There the state of the new school semester was written in a new sentence.
◆―◆―◆
April 8th
Today, a new class will begin.
There were some people I knew for one or two years. There were also people I don’t know yet.
If possible, I want to get along with everyone and make a lot of memories.
By the way, the homeroom teacher was Tabata-sensei from last year.
We’ll be together for three years now.
So thank you again for this year, in the morning when Tabata-sensei entered the classroom a blackboard eraser dropped on him. Classic. LOL
I was severely scolded by the super angry teacher but well it’s okay.
I will be troubling you again this year teacher, but it’s nice to be with you again.
◆―◆―◆
“Oh right, that happened...”
I remember the teacher getting angry at everyone at the start of the new semester, but it was Arata and his friends’ prank.
“That’s so stupid.”
While muttering so, I held Arata’s diary close to my chest - fallingl asleep before I knew it.
◆◆◆
“Good morning—”
“Good morning, I’m glad we’re in the same class again.”
“Me too, take care of me this year too.”
“Eh?...”
When I came to, I was already in the bustle of the classroom.
“What...??”
“I was sure I was still in my room until a while ago.”
And then...
(This uniform… from middle school...? And the classroom…)
The scenery in front of me was not the one I am familiar with in high school… but the nostalgic one from middle school.
(I see… so I am dreaming...)
Is it because I read Arata’s diary that I remember that time?
In this dream I'm in that classroom in the third year of middle school where I became classmates with Arata for the first time.
“Ah...”
When I looked around the classroom, I saw some classmates doing something to the door.
“It’s Arata...”
It's obvious because it’s a dream, but there was Arata’s figure, unchanged from that time.
The boys climbed on a chair, sticking a blackboard eraser on the door.
“I knew it…!”
I came up with something stupid, but it can’t be helped.
I got out of the classroom from the back entrance and walked along the corridor to the front entrance.
At the other end of the corridor, I see Tabata-sensei, who will be our homeroom teacher this year. He looks small.
From the other side of the door, I can see Arata’s figure playing a prank.
——Our eyes met.
“What…?”
“Is it alright to enter~?”
Looking upwards, I scratched my head awkwardly while opening the door.
The blackboard eraser dropped to the floor with a plop.
“Sorry to bother you.”
“Ah, no....”
I got to my seat while fighting the urge to let out a laugh.
◆◆◆
“Mhm.”
When I opened my eyes again I was already in my room.
I had a nostalgic dream.
I met with my beloved Arata again,
「この日記帳のおかげ、かな……。ありがとう」
“Is it thanks to this diary?... thank you~.”
Muttering that, I gently placed the diary into my bag and stretched a bit. After that, I left my room.
“Good morning Asahi! Are you OK after that…?”
After I entered the room, Miyuki ran up to me and asked me worriedly.
“Mhmm… Thank you. I’m a little fine after a day, I guess.”
I’m not really fine yet, but I lied because I wanted Miyuki to feel relieved even just a little bit.
“You don’t have to force yourself, you know?”
“Thank you...”
Miyuki, who saw through my lie, headed to her seat without losing her worried expression.
“By the way, I had a nostalgic dream yesterday.”
少しでも笑ってもらえればと、昨日見た夢の話をしてみる。
I tried to lift the mood a little by talking about the dream yesterday.
“On the opening ceremony of our 3rd year of middle school do you remember Arata and his friends put a trap on Tabata-sensei with a blackboard eraser?”
While reminiscing about my dream, Miyuki began saying something strange.
“I remember! Arata and his friends started something but a girl got in their way. It was a mess!”
“Ehh?”
“It was after that that I got to talk with everyone about that incident, and I was surprised to know that the girl was you!”
“Wait! That was what happened in the dream, in reality Tabata-sensei got caught in the trap, right?”
I can’t hide my agitation.
After all, those were the events in my dreams.
In fact, at that time, I was so excited about the new class that I didn’t even know it was happening.
“Asahi, are you alright? It can’t be helped if you’re confused. You must be shocked with what happened with Arata.”
However, Miyuki insists that the events in my dreams were reality.
“Oh, I know!”
I brought with me today the diary I received yesterday.
I wanted it to be by my side so I kept it in my bag and I didn’t think it would be useful this way.
“Look here, Miyuki! This is Arata’s diary...”
To show what I read yesterday to Miyuki I opened to page 2 and what I read was so unbelievable that I jumped up.
“No way...”
What was written on it was different from what was written there yesterday.
I was sure what was written there yesterday was Tabata-sensei getting pranked...
Right now, it was written that the trap was a dud… It changed with how it happened in my dream...
“Ho-how?...”
“Asahi, Are you really alright? If you need someone to talk to, you can always count on me.”
Miyuki was staring anxiously at me——But I could not say anything… Just... I couldn’t understand what was going on. I only stared at Arata’s diary… and the letters that were written.
“......”
“......”
I didn’t want to talk about anything. Understanding my feelings, Miyuki also didn’t say anything.
“Well then.”
“Mhm, see you tomorrow.”
“I’m sorry.”
I appreciate her taking me home even though it’s in the opposite direction of her house. Miyuki just laughs with the expression ‘what are you even saying?’.
“Don’t force yourself, okay?”
“Mhm.”
While waving towards a worried Miyuki, I closed the front door.
I went straight to my room - ignoring my mother and little sister who called out to me.
I threw my luggage onto my bed and laid down without changing out of my clothes.
I didn’t want to do anything.
Arata was no longer here.
I was attacked by a different feeling of loss from that time when we broke up.
I will... never see you again, Arata.
Never again.
“Sob… sob… Ara—ta…...”
I was weeping, my tears wouldn’t stop.
I loved you.
I loved you.
Even though we broke up and I tried to forget. I always, ALWAYS loved you
”Arata… why… why...”
Looking up while wiping the overflowing tears, I saw the book in the bag I threw.
“Ah...”
It was Arata's diary that his mom passed on to me.
I don’t know why she gave it to me, but it’s the only memento I have on hand.
“I never knew you had something like this.”
I tried opening page one.
It was written in meticulous lettering. I couldn’t imagine it was from the Arata I knew.
◆―◆―◆
Suzuki Arata 14 years old
Favorite food Ramen
Hated food Peppers
Likes Playing with my friends
Writing a diary
Hates Going to the hospital
I’m a third year student tomorrow. I hope to have fun with everyone this year too.
◆―◆―◆
“Arata…...”
Arata was already writing way before I met him.
——When did I recognize the existence of Arata again?
During the self introductions after the class change?
No. back then, he was just one of the many classmates I had.
When was the first time I recognized him as Arata?
Opening the second page of the diary...
There the state of the new school semester was written in a new sentence.
◆―◆―◆
April 8th
Today, a new class will begin.
There were some people I knew for one or two years. There were also people I don’t know yet.
If possible, I want to get along with everyone and make a lot of memories.
By the way, the homeroom teacher was Tabata-sensei from last year.
We’ll be together for three years now.
So thank you again for this year, in the morning when Tabata-sensei entered the classroom a blackboard eraser dropped on him. Classic. LOL
I was severely scolded by the super angry teacher but well it’s okay.
I will be troubling you again this year teacher, but it’s nice to be with you again.
◆―◆―◆
“Oh right, that happened...”
I remember the teacher getting angry at everyone at the start of the new semester, but it was Arata and his friends’ prank.
“That’s so stupid.”
While muttering so, I held Arata’s diary close to my chest - fallingl asleep before I knew it.
◆◆◆
“Good morning—”
“Good morning, I’m glad we’re in the same class again.”
“Me too, take care of me this year too.”
“Eh?...”
When I came to, I was already in the bustle of the classroom.
“What...??”
“I was sure I was still in my room until a while ago.”
And then...
(This uniform… from middle school...? And the classroom…)
The scenery in front of me was not the one I am familiar with in high school… but the nostalgic one from middle school.
(I see… so I am dreaming...)
Is it because I read Arata’s diary that I remember that time?
In this dream I'm in that classroom in the third year of middle school where I became classmates with Arata for the first time.
“Ah...”
When I looked around the classroom, I saw some classmates doing something to the door.
“It’s Arata...”
It's obvious because it’s a dream, but there was Arata’s figure, unchanged from that time.
The boys climbed on a chair, sticking a blackboard eraser on the door.
“I knew it…!”
I came up with something stupid, but it can’t be helped.
I got out of the classroom from the back entrance and walked along the corridor to the front entrance.
At the other end of the corridor, I see Tabata-sensei, who will be our homeroom teacher this year. He looks small.
From the other side of the door, I can see Arata’s figure playing a prank.
——Our eyes met.
“What…?”
“Is it alright to enter~?”
Looking upwards, I scratched my head awkwardly while opening the door.
The blackboard eraser dropped to the floor with a plop.
“Sorry to bother you.”
“Ah, no....”
I got to my seat while fighting the urge to let out a laugh.
◆◆◆
“Mhm.”
When I opened my eyes again I was already in my room.
I had a nostalgic dream.
I met with my beloved Arata again,
「この日記帳のおかげ、かな……。ありがとう」
“Is it thanks to this diary?... thank you~.”
Muttering that, I gently placed the diary into my bag and stretched a bit. After that, I left my room.
“Good morning Asahi! Are you OK after that…?”
After I entered the room, Miyuki ran up to me and asked me worriedly.
“Mhmm… Thank you. I’m a little fine after a day, I guess.”
I’m not really fine yet, but I lied because I wanted Miyuki to feel relieved even just a little bit.
“You don’t have to force yourself, you know?”
“Thank you...”
Miyuki, who saw through my lie, headed to her seat without losing her worried expression.
“By the way, I had a nostalgic dream yesterday.”
少しでも笑ってもらえればと、昨日見た夢の話をしてみる。
I tried to lift the mood a little by talking about the dream yesterday.
“On the opening ceremony of our 3rd year of middle school do you remember Arata and his friends put a trap on Tabata-sensei with a blackboard eraser?”
While reminiscing about my dream, Miyuki began saying something strange.
“I remember! Arata and his friends started something but a girl got in their way. It was a mess!”
“Ehh?”
“It was after that that I got to talk with everyone about that incident, and I was surprised to know that the girl was you!”
“Wait! That was what happened in the dream, in reality Tabata-sensei got caught in the trap, right?”
I can’t hide my agitation.
After all, those were the events in my dreams.
In fact, at that time, I was so excited about the new class that I didn’t even know it was happening.
“Asahi, are you alright? It can’t be helped if you’re confused. You must be shocked with what happened with Arata.”
However, Miyuki insists that the events in my dreams were reality.
“Oh, I know!”
I brought with me today the diary I received yesterday.
I wanted it to be by my side so I kept it in my bag and I didn’t think it would be useful this way.
“Look here, Miyuki! This is Arata’s diary...”
To show what I read yesterday to Miyuki I opened to page 2 and what I read was so unbelievable that I jumped up.
“No way...”
What was written on it was different from what was written there yesterday.
I was sure what was written there yesterday was Tabata-sensei getting pranked...
Right now, it was written that the trap was a dud… It changed with how it happened in my dream...
“Ho-how?...”
“Asahi, Are you really alright? If you need someone to talk to, you can always count on me.”
Miyuki was staring anxiously at me——But I could not say anything… Just... I couldn’t understand what was going on. I only stared at Arata’s diary… and the letters that were written.
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