Nightclub

Tori continued crying on the park bench; the elderly couple left quietly under the pretext of bringing her some water, but they had no intention of returning. At the first opportunity, they turned onto another path in the park.

“ I keep seeing strange things in this park..."

“ Poor girl, she's heartbroken... Should we go back and help her, dear?"

“ If you go back, I'll leave you outside the house, as if I didn't know you just want to keep staring at her legs... Come on, walk towards the house!... Move, it's getting late!"

Tori hugged herself, burying her head between her legs. The idea of growing old with her beloved Yukio faded from her mind. A strange contradiction was growing inside her”on one hand, the desire to return to his arms, and on the other hand, the sense of freedom she had experienced hours before made her feel liberated.

A hand landed on her