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For her, I founded a school with our names, for disabled students with distinguished talents. We couldn't use 'Katayama', predicting that someone might vandalize it into 'Katawa-yama'. I couldn't use Saki's name either, my spouse wouldn't allow it. So I took the kanji on her family plate. The kanji ...

I wake up screaming her name in my mind, my breathing rapid, my gasps fearful.. What have-- What have I done? What have I done to Saki? I sharply feel the seams in my beating heart, the surgeries have let me outlive her, and my own expectations. Yet I never even believed. This world is not fair, Sak...

When we sat down on the little summit, overlooking the world and the blazing horizon, I said “How small we are... in this world. That what we do, all that we overcome and accomplish.. means nothing. Nothing at all. And yet, because we believed.. I believed, that we could climb this hill, and you bel...

I remember dancing with you, the first dance of my life not with a wooden chair. I remember it really hurt when I spun my old chair too fast, and hit myself in the leg. But I was worried you'd think I was stupid or silly, or you'd never see me past your pity. I'd be really hurt, if you couldn't love...

Walking carefully with my tray, I sit alone beside the window, and slowly start on my light dinner; turkey sandwich and free soup. It was her favorite meal, a special order of the day, but any day just for her, just so long as she gave them her dazzling smile, a sweetness that brightened up their da...

The tissues grew damp and cold, absorbing the spilled tea on my table. They almost reminded me of snow, as I threw them in the waste bin and poured Satou another cup of tea. Satou heard someone waiting at the door, he got up and swung it open. It was Ikezawa, waiting for him. They immediately greete...

I sit down, calmly thinking over everything we said. “You are right, Lionel. Perhaps.. I am too old now, filled with regret. Waiting to die alone. So I've troubled you with... stories of choices.., of consequences you seem to have already considered.” “Did you say goodbye... to Saki?” “Yes.” I barel...

“principal... can you do that? If you knew it was going to happen? Could you still do that.. to Saki?” “Pardon?” “I know my Pa will want to cut me off, if I bring Kaori back with me. It's fine if my older brother brings home a blind woman, but not me. Because he's handsome, he's got a good position ...

I've knocked over his cup, spilling tea onto my office table. My breathing is rapid with anger, his face mournful and marked red. “I regret it, Satou. I regret loving Saki. That was her real name. She showed me her family plate. Her mother made it for her, painted her true name so she would know. Th...

“You are too honest, Satou.” “What would you have me believe? Principal? That life is a fairy tale? Because it is not. Look at us. We are crippled boys and disabled girls. There is no happy ending for any of our kind, especially if we fall in love with each other. We need someone who is normal, to h...

“So you.. stayed with her?” Satou asks me kindly, pulling me back from losing myself in memories. “Y-Yes... I let myself love her.” I try to say calmly, sipping my cup of tea, only to find that it's empty. “What happened? After that?” It's a simple question, from a student I am fond of, and have hig...

Her words moved me, stirring deep inside me, the memories.. of falling into a well, as Hiroshima fell. Of grandfather scolding me to bow at a cursed rifle, of grandmother giving me another otoshidama-bukuro to buy a pet turtle. I hated my father, for leaving me to go to war. I hated my mother, for l...

Walking into white brightness of winter tenderly embracing spring, I tried to catch and hold her in the snow, I ran a hundred different thoughts in my mind, trying to understand Sally's behavior, as she ran a hundred miles per hour and collided with me, knocking both of us over. I closed my eyes, pu...

I was half-awake, half-dreaming.. about the thin sea of snow, still veiling the bristling grass and blooming flowers. The scent of spring was on my mind, memories of it bringing a nostalgic smile to me, when I was rudely woken up by a furious knocking on my door. I was afraid something had happened ...

It hurt her far more than it did me. She blamed herself, thinking I couldn't bear it, that it was her disability that scared me, that I couldn't love a living flit of ash fading into dust, as each passing day was one less breath away, from her being bedridden until death. If I loved her, if I truly ...