Kiss me, now

"Kiss me" "Ah, now, why?" Although she had sat together and drank many times, the first time she made such a request, I think maybe it was a joke, a moment of confusion, "Kiss me" She said again, this is indeed not a joke, what should I do, just when I was dazed, she stepped forward and declared, "Today is my birthday!" ... As it turned out, although I understood this, I was still unable to move, and the scene of her vomiting blood came to mind, and she would be infected with tuberculosis?...

"Won't you?" Seeing that I was still hesitating, she asked again, and when he heard this, he took a step forward, and she responded, and her tongue blended together,... In this way, I will also get tuberculosis, but now that I am calm, even if I do, it is not a big deal, I was infected on her birthday, isn't it also very good? I kissed her with uneasiness and the psychology of making mistakes,

"That's the end of it!", she left her lips consciously, smiled slightly, took the mirror out of the pouch, pasted the corner of her mouth with gauze against the mirror, and then, picking up the cup in her hand, poured the whiskey, I responded to her, a mouthful of dry, she nodded slightly, "Thank you!" ...

Later, I packed up my things and went home, for the first and last time,... In early spring, she committed suicide in Lake Akantou, Hokkaido.

She, Junko Kaki, he, Junichi Watanabe, sometimes, the power of words is so pale that it can't be used to describe emotions at all...