the forecast said clear skies. it rained anyway. it always rains here now.

she used to say the rain was just the sky being honest. i didn't understand what she meant. i think i do now.

i still walk the long way past her house. the light in her window never comes on.

i have her umbrella. she lent it to me the last time i saw her and said i could give it back tomorrow.

傘、まだ返してないよ。

i wrote her a letter every morning for a year.

they're all still in the drawer. i never knew what address to put on them.

most of them just say good morning. some of them say i'm sorry. one of them only says おはよう, over and over, until the page runs out.

i stopped in the spring. not because it got easier. i just ran out of paper and couldn't make myself buy more.

the counter says 000000.

someone was here.

i used to refresh it at night to see if anyone came. nobody signs the guestbook anymore. i leave it open anyway, in case.

SYSTEM ERROR ／ entry could not be read

i deleted this one. i didn't want anyone to read it. i didn't want to read it again either.

it just said: it should have been a normal tuesday.

0x67 0x6f 0x6f 0x64 0x20 0x6d 0x6f 0x72 0x6e 0x69 0x6e 0x67

everything is where she left it. the bed is unmade. there's a half-finished drawing of a cloud taped to the wall.

she always smiled the most on the days she felt the worst. i only know that now. i was looking right at her and i didn't see it.

if someone you know smiles like that, ask them. ask them twice.

気づけなくて、ごめんね。

she set this page up for me. she said everyone needs a little room on the internet with a window in it.

she picked the name as a joke. i never changed it. i never changed the password either.

WELCOME TO THE WIRED. this page is under construction. it will always be under construction.

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