The old man looked at us with suspicion in his eyes, a little alarmed. But he soon turned his eyes back to his book as Miho and I walked down the hallway. I was imagining stupid things.
How can I even think of walking down the aisle to the wedding march song in a moment like this?
Ever since I saw Miho again, I was on a roller coaster ride that climbed up the height of guilt and shame and descended to the depths of hell with cathartic excitement. The awareness of all the horrible things she had done was still more than fresh in my mind and those images were repulsive - I couldn't erase them, and I wasn't even sure whether I should erase them. At the same time, the 'new' Miho came across as a pure soul with no sign of cruelty in her at all. My feelings were however further complicated after meeting Juho - someone who absolutely needed the 'old' Miho back.
