HANA
Takahashi may not remember but I did. I was there for his mother's funeral. The late Hiroshi Ryuji was not present during his wife's funeral though.
I have heard the rumors.
Hiroshi Ryuji has been seeing other women. But that was not even considered a disgrace. He was a Mafia leader after all.
I was reminded of the young Takahashi. He had been different back then. His mother's upbringing was still fresh. Compared to whom he had become, Takahashi was no longer the meek boy whom I had often seen trailing behind Hiroshi Ryuji.
The Takahashi of the present was far from the Takahashi whom I had first met.
The streak of sunlight passing through the glass windows of the room had allowed my cold skin to feel some warmth. The room's temperature was finally changing.
