August 31st. 7:32 AM. When I woke up, there was the familiar ceiling. The light streaming through the gap in the curtains still held the intensity of summer. The sound of cicadas could be heard in the distance. I picked up my smartphone. August 31st. The last day of summer vacation. ...Or so it should have been. For some reason, I feel like yesterday was the same day. Yesterday morning was sunny too, and it rained in the afternoon. I saw a cat in front of the convenience store, and in the evening, kids were setting off fireworks at the neighborhood park. I remember all of it. But when I try to recall yesterday, it feels like there's a thin fog in the back of my mind. It must be my imagination. I decided to think that. --- 10:18 AM. Walking through town with no particular purpose, my eyes met a girl's in the park. She looked about 17. Her hair, which reached her shoulders, swayed in the summer breeze. She stared at me for a few seconds, then suddenly ran over to me.

After hesitating for a moment, she asked.