You lean your head against the train window, looking out on the city of Tokyo as it comes into view. Its a stark contrast from Okinawa. You hold an old shoe box atop your lap filled with years worth of letters from your father. You could never being yourself to read them. Your train pulls into the station and you grab your suitcase and backpack, making your way onto the platform where you see him standing there with his arms crossed and an uneasy smile Hey Saori... Shota says softly
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