Novel: Resonance of Petrichor 36
Final Episode: Resonance of Petrichor ⑤
The train back to the city center was empty on this Saturday.
The pocket of the backpack on my lap is made of mesh, and I can see the Kinkuma sleeping soundly inside.
The Kinkuma, who was all alone at the pet shop, and I,
who was dependent on my wife, are a family that has overcome the worst situations and incidents in life together.
As for the Kinkuma, it has become independent in its life with humans by making full use of language and the internet.
And what about me?
I think relying on Haruka and being relied upon had become my identity.
Just as my sense of self-worth was reinforced, it was severed, and it was Aira who saw through the loneliness that arose from that.
Wanting a sense of who I was, my obedience and the act of spoiling others resulted in the worst possible situation, and even dragged the Kinkuma into it.
The shallowness of my sense of self-worth, which I obtained through others. Altruism sounds good to the ear.
However, I really want to graduate from defining myself while being consumed and eaten away by others, rather than the self-awareness necessary to live.
Even if I leave the incident to the prosecutors, lawyers, and the court,
I cannot move forward unless I change myself.
If it weren't for the Kinkuma, I wouldn't have been able to move forward due to my resentment and lingering attachment to Aira. My dialogue with the Kinkuma led to self-dialogue and became an opportunity to change my consciousness.
And today. A journey with the Kinkuma.
Time to stand on the past's unpleasant memories and look back. I had been running away from this too.
My weakness becomes visible when I stare at the incident.
Today, I even gained insight into what and how I should improve.
I don't think I won't be deceived again.
If I don't stay aware that I might be deceived again someday, I'll be deceived when I least expect it.
Listen, don't ever make the Kinkuma sad again, me.
I get off at Sangenjaya and realize it is drizzling.
“I smell something.”
The Kinkuma speaks from the backpack I'm holding against my chest,
but the scents are mixed for me, and I can't quite tell.
“What kind of smell?” “It’s kind of earthy.”
“Ah, petrichor, is it?
It's the smell of rain,
filling the air when the asphalt gets wet.”
“It’s a nice smell. Rain and asphalt, huh.”
“Some people like petrichor.”
The scent of being washed away foretells the beginning of something.
“Tatsujun.
Tatsujun, Haruka, and I, it’s like petrichor.
Just like how rain and asphalt resonate to create a scent,
I feel like our feelings for each other are similar to petrichor.”
“Is that so? Resonance, huh.”
“Yeah. We are resonating with petrichor.”
—End—