Before I go deeper into the real story the part that still makes my heart ache in a way I can't name maybe I should introduce them all to you . The characters in my story . The one who made it unforgettable
Because stories don't live in dates and grads
They love in people .
Takara ( you ) the quiet thread that tied everyone together not long . Not always seen . But present steady in a way few people ever are . You weren't just arranging names on a list . You are holding together to start of something no one else even noticed was beginning
Sakiko . The one who left the class
Taichi . The new arrival with a name that echoed louder than his voice
Izumi ( omma ) . Best friend of Takara . Safe place Takara called her omma not as joke but as truth
Aiko , Masuko Takara friend ( unnie ) one is soft spoken but sharp eyed and notice every thing
And the other one is louder , funnier , always ready to drag Takara in trouble
Fukashi , hachiro , mahiro , aikoku , arata are old classmate of Takara
Bunta , shinji , aito are omma friends
These are the names that filled the wall of our classroom . But more than that they filled the space in my life where memory still lingers