will shame drive you home? will fame make you whole? i don't know, i don't know.
It's raining.
Souji can't not think of Inaba when it rains - it's been months since he left, took that train back to the city, but still, even though he's worked hard to put that year behind him, when it rains ...
When it rains, he can't not think of Nanako, or of the friends he left behind, or the pained expression on his uncle's face the last time they spoke. When it rains, a certain feeling of gloom settles into his bones, weighing heavy on him the way fog hangs in the air.
Souji walks down the street toward the shop, grateful for the fact that the city is so big, so crowded. It's easier to lose himself in the crush of moving people. In a small town, everyone knows everyone else. In the city, Souji hardly recognizes anyone. And it's just as well, really.
Souji can't not think of Inaba when it rains - it's been months since he left, took that train back to the city, but still, even though he's worked hard to put that year behind him, when it rains ...
When it rains, he can't not think of Nanako, or of the friends he left behind, or the pained expression on his uncle's face the last time they spoke. When it rains, a certain feeling of gloom settles into his bones, weighing heavy on him the way fog hangs in the air.
Souji walks down the street toward the shop, grateful for the fact that the city is so big, so crowded. It's easier to lose himself in the crush of moving people. In a small town, everyone knows everyone else. In the city, Souji hardly recognizes anyone. And it's just as well, really.