It's been a long time coming for a very short chapter, but we all know what it's leading to after all...
Act 3 - Chapter Nine: Roots Before Branches
We gather the next day for Lilly and Akira's departure. “Right then,” asks Hisao. “Are you taking the bus, Lilly?” We're standing in the corridor outside mine and Lilly's rooms, ready to see her off.
“I'll have to take this with me, so I've booked a taxi,” she replies, gesturing pointedly at a large suitcase to one side, containing all her luggage for the trip. “It'll meet us at the school gates in about five minutes.”
“Ah, I see.” As Lilly feels for the handle and kneels down to pick up her case, Hisao moves forward to help. It's clear that the case is rather on the heavy side, I know I'd certainly have some trouble carrying it. “That is awfully kind of you, Hisao,” comes the response from Lilly. He's acting every bit the consummate gentleman, and I can't help but consider he's falling back into the pattern I was hoping he wouldn't stick to. Maybe that's just who he is, though. It's not an unpleasant way for someone to be, I suppose, as long as I have my space and can get through things myself. Lilly is more than worthy of Hisao's help, but I can't claim the same for myself...
Before I get lost in my thoughts I hear Lilly's voice again. “Well, thank you then,” she says to Hisao. “We should hurry though, if the taxi leaves then it will take quite a while to book a new one. Are you ready, Hanako?”
Her final comment is directed straight to me, and I reply in the affirmative. “Y-yeah. Let's go.”
We hurry to the gates, hoping that the taxi hasn't yet arrived. As we approach, though, it seems Lilly's fears are unfounded. It's not yet here. Hisao takes a more light-hearted view of the situation, though. “Well, nothing like a bit of exercise in the morning. The nurse told me that I should be doing that.”
I'm not sure whether to admonish him for taking such a loose approach to his health, especially whilst at Yamaku, or whether to agree that a bit of exercise is a good thing in the morning. I suppose the two aren't entirely incongruent. Lilly, however, is more firm in her opinion.
“I think he probably had other things in mind, Hisao. And probably with more regularity. Do you intend to be helping people with their luggage every day?”
She has a point. “I guess not,” Hisao replies. “Looks like we've got a bit to wait anyway. How long should we wait for the taxi before calling them again?”
I'm not entirely sure why Akira couldn't have come here and picked Lilly up, regardless of my thoughts on her driving last night. Then again, it would be going out of her way quite a bit to make a detour to Yamaku, since she's much closer to the airport than we are. Plus, she might be nursing a hangover, or just be having a lie-in with the extra time afforded to her by way of travel distance. As I think about this, Lilly answers the question posed by Hisao.
“I would say another ten minutes, but they've never let me down before. There's probably just a little traffic.”
“Okay then.” We wait in silence for a few seconds before Hisao speaks again. “So how long is the flight to Scotland?” I realise it's a long journey, and will take a lot of time, but I'm not quite prepared for Lilly's answer. It seems amazingly far, and drives home just how great the distance will be between us. One less crutch to support me in my hardest moments. Both a blessing, and a curse.
“About sixteen hours, if I remember correctly.” As I say, a very long time. “It's a bit hard to tell with the changing time zones.”
“So long...” I hear myself say quietly. I'd forgotten about the time zones too, it'll make phoning each other a bit more awkward when it's night here and morning there. I keep running through my head just how I'll manage to cope without Lilly here for me. I hate myself for it, but I depend on her, and although I don't feel I deserve the support she gives me I can't deny I'm grateful for it. That is, I'm grateful when I want it. I suppose it's a good thing that she's leaving just at the time when I want to shut the world out, when I want to be alone, but I can't avoid feeling tense and wanting to find some way to cope and wondering how Hisao will deal with everything and how I can keep him away and...
“Yeah, I can't imagine being on a plane for that long.” Hisao brings me out of my reverie, though it does little to calm me down. I try and force my mind to think of other things, like how interesting it would be to fly somewhere. I've never been on a plane before, not that I remember at any rate. I understand the concept, but it doesn't make the idea of flying in a big metal box any less strange and surreal to me. Thinking about it, and listening to Lilly, helps me stay a little calmer, but it's still a concerted effort to maintain it.
“It's not too bad,” she says. “I'll spend most of it either asleep or catching up on my English. I hardly use that here so I need to refamiliarise myself with it a little.”
I try to hide my anxiety by getting a bit more involved in the discussion. “W-will your accent... be a problem?”
“I wouldn't worry about that too much. It may be an issue initially, but I should be fine once I get used to it.”
With that, the conversation ends for now, and we all sit down to wait. With nothing to distract me I find my thoughts constantly returning to the coming days alone, and what I'll have to face yet again. Every year, haunted by old memories and the ghosts of the past. Even Lilly's determination each year to give me better memories and experiences are subdued by the strength of my hurt. Every time I find something else to concentrate on I can't avoid returning to the darker part of my mind. Maybe it's a bit masochistic of me, though I don't see how. I don't want these thoughts. Yet maybe I'm meant to suffer, maybe I'm not meant to be happy. I keep pushing the thoughts aside and still they keep coming back. My fingernails are wearing down to stubs, not exactly pretty like Lilly, and I glance across at Hisao several times, only to hurriedly look away when I notice him watching me in return.
He opens his mouth as if to speak, when suddenly a very faint roaring sound appears on the edge of our hearing. It quickly rises in volume, until we see a lone car cresting the hill. “Ah, I think the taxi is on its way...”
“Well spotted, Hisao, I only just heard it as well.” I think Lilly probably heard it a bit further back, actually, given her aptitude for her other senses in lieu of her sight. Then again, maybe she was as distracted as I was, by other matters entirely. Sometimes to keep my mind away from my own troubles, I try to imagine what Lilly thinks, what her emotions and feelings are. Why she decides to bother herself with someone like me.
Or, maybe, Hisao has just become that bit more aware of his surroundings. Maybe he's starting to sense things the way Lilly does, as if a little bit of her is rubbing off on him.
When the taxi stops and confirms Lilly's identity, we help her load her luggage into the trunk, as she sits gently on the back seat. She opens the window and we say our farewells. “Have a safe trip, Lilly,” I say.
“Take care of yourself,” says Hisao.
I try to avoid showing my emotions, but while I can easily (more so now than previously) hide the stammer, I can't prevent the sadness creeping in. Some things are just too hard.
“Of course I will,” Lilly replies to our goodbyes and well wishes. “I'll be back before long, don't worry. There will still be another person here for you too, won't there, Hisao?” I know she names Hisao but her words are directed at me. It's like a reminder that no matter what happens, I won't be alone.
She still doesn't understand...
“Yeah, of course,” comes Hisao's response. He turns to me and smiles, putting a hand on my shoulder. I look at his eyes, briefly, before turning my face away, hot and red as the blood rushes to my cheeks. I shiver just a little, though I don't think he can feel it. It's not an unpleasant feeling, nor a shiver of revulsion, more one of joy, though every fibre of my body is fighting the impulse to run and hide myself away, my sole defence mechanism. I'm torn between my heart, beating oh so fast, and my head, my tragically damaged mind constantly telling me I'm unworthy of feelings like these. I force myself to calm down, and return my gaze to Lilly, waiting in the taxi.
“See you, Lilly.”
“Goodbye!”
Lilly responds to our words in kind, though not without a clear degree of sadness, and waves as the taxi finally pulls away down the hill. Hisao and I stand together, not speaking, just considering what to do. The next few weeks will be strange without Lilly's presence. I guess we'll just have to make the best of it.
As I ponder the rest of the day, Hisao asks me, “So, what do you want to do?”
“I... don't know.” I have no idea what to say. I had no real plans, but maybe he can think of something...