Yasu sat beside the glass window, arms around his legs, staring at the note in his hand.


Goodbye, Shota.

That day I didn’t lose my way. Someday, I want to see you again. I’m looking for that missing piece. I’m looking for it here in Tokyo.

Love, Tacchon.


He hoped Ohkura was still there with him. He hoped Ohkura still had his clothes stacked up nicely beside his in the cupboard. He hoped Ohkura’s entire comb collection is still placed neatly beside his nail polish bottles. But they were all gone, together with those hopes he had for him, those dreams he shared with him, those times he spent with him.

It had been a year since he left. Yasu had been suffering all alone in the darkness. Every time he could not sleep, he would always open up the old photo album. The two of them were there, laughing innocently. He could never forget that special day. That special day when they shared their dream. That special day when they held their heads up high and that special day when they spent the whole day solving the puzzle they bought.

That dream we held on to then. Are we getting closer to it? Are we drifting farther away?

Everyday he went to the east street at around 3. That was where they always met. Even after Ohkura left, he would still go to that place, having the thought that he will be there.
But for one year, he was never there. But, Yasu had never given up hope and went back to that place everyday without fail. Still hanging on to that hope he had. He was sure that one day, he will be there.

Yasu looked at the clock. It was 2.30 pm. He put the note down on the table, took his long coat and went to that place as usual. But this time, it was not usual at all.

A tall figure carrying a bag with a luggage approached him. That figure was familiar. He had seen it somewhere. He watched as the figure became nearer and visible. The figure stopped right in front of him.

“I’ve found it. My missing piece. It’s right here with me. Shota.”

Yasu took a few steps before throwing his arms around Ohkura. He knew that at that moment, he would never be alone. Ever again.