大島大

I went to 大島大 tonight, alone. S-kun has been telling me all week Saturday was his last day, so what choice did I have?

It was a wonderful night. The staff were wearing yukata – the owner said it’s Obon season, so why not? They all looked beautiful – men, women, 関係ない。

Two businessmen were sitting at the bar. One of them had a great interest in America, and the other was just a nice guy, so they kept buying me drinks. “It’s Japanese culture, and we’re your sempai,” they said.

A middle-aged man with a thick Hiroshima accent that I’d previously met, Yakuza-san, was there too. He remembered me from our last encounter, in which he spent most of the time calling out S-kun as a pretty boy who has never lifted a finger (more specifically, he’d never shoveled snow in his hometown of Osaka). He continued this trend tonight, and I couldn’t help but laugh. When he first encountered S-kun in his yukata, his immediate reaction was to rip the top part open. S-kun doesn’t have a single hair on his chest, and he got quite understandably embarrassed.

When these people left I asked S-kun if he remembered the first time we met. He took the time to think about it. He described the scene perfectly. When I asked him if he remembered what I was wearing, he said of course – a high school boy’s uniform is hard to forget, particularly on a college-aged, female foreigner.

So I said, “I want you to remember me.” I gave him my second button. With a happy face he took it. “Of course I’ll remember you,” he said.

“I suppose we won’t meet anymore.”

“Don’t say that! Someday we will!”

From tomorrow he leaves this small town. He’s going on a trip to India, but by the time he gets back I’ll already be back in America.

泣きたい。

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~ by megumiwasframed on July 31, 2011.

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