Kyoko snuggled up
closer to her husband. She was a little bit drunk, just like him, and
grew goose bumps from the unexpected night chill, just like him.
She felt them under her fingers as she slid her hand further inside
his shirt sleeve.
There was a lot
to be said about Swedish midsummer. Accurately placed around summer
solstice instead of mid July was one thing and pleasantly lacking
everyday rain was another. Gorgeous hours of light Yukio would have
added should she ask. It was but an hour since he stopped
alternatively looking at his wristwatch and the darkening skies above
them.
Summer
temperatures, however wasn't one of them. The high school rooftop
from her youth had been warmer, if her memories from that night
before the cultural festival served her correctly.
No matter whether
they did or not they still called colour to her face and she buried
her nose deeper in Yukio's chest. She could feel the question in his
fingertips as he caressed her hair.
A quarter of a
century spent together. Most of those years happy ones and none of
them entirely a bad one. The latter ones filled with a calmer joy.
The early ones more prone to sudden swings between exhilarating joy,
fear and despair.
Like their second
year cultural festival she remembered and shuddered.
She hugged Yukio
closer and forced her thoughts and memories to their first school
festival together. Apart from a few ugly moments it was a bright and
joyful memory.
And the slightly
embarrassing one from a rooftop shared between them.
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