After Five Years
I hadn’t replied, and for some reason, I felt it was the best decision—at least for now.
My phone buzzed, startling me. Rika’s name appeared on the screen.
[Aiha, the meeting with the NGO doctor is confirmed. Next Thursday, at 6 PM. You can make it, right?]
I typed quickly.
[Yes. Send the details.]
Not long after, Rika replied.
[Okay! Oh, and I’ll bring crepes again if you bring a fun story, hehe.]
I smiled, imagining Rika with her unwavering enthusiasm. She was like an anchor, reminding me that life wasn’t just about the past I was trying to forget.