A Novel to Read When You Want to Cry: 'The Trajectory of Your Color I Paint' Vol. 5 Final Episode

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Chapter 4: Sakura's Tears

The day before the surgery. With the surgery scheduled for tomorrow, Haruki had displayed the portrait I drew of him in his hospital room.

"Looking at Sakura's drawing makes me feel calm, so I'm sure the surgery will be a success."

Haruki showed a bright smile. I, too, was filled with hope.

However, before the surgery day arrived, a tragic event awaited us.

"It seems we were a little too late."

"Haruki's body is no longer in a condition to withstand surgery."

Upon hearing that fact from the attending physician, I fell into a state of despair.

If he cannot have the surgery, Haruki's life will be taken.

Although the doctor promised to do everything possible, as time passed, Haruki's condition continued to worsen.

I visited him almost every day, encouraging Haruki after he woke up.

It's going to be okay. I'm sure we'll find another good way.

I say, putting on the best smile I can.

To be honest, it hurts to look at Haruki. I am desperate to hold back my tears.

But I want him to live.

I don't want him to die.

I want to be with him forever, always.

I want him to watch the pictures I draw right by my side.

That is what I wished for in my heart.

It happened one day.

He told me this.

...It might be over for me...

"No way..."

My eyes welled up, and my voice caught in my throat. Haruki, holding my hand, glanced at the painting and smiled.

"I like that painting, Sakura. Thanks to it, I was able to feel happy. Thank you."

"No..."

I shook my head from side to side. Then, I quietly opened my mouth.

"But... but you know..."

The tears wouldn't stop. I continued, my face crumpled in sorrow.

"...I still have... more paintings to show you..."

"I want to keep painting, and I want you to see them."

"I want you to stay by my side and watch over me forever..."

"So, please don't say it might be impossible... okay?"

I said, straining to get the words out.

A few days later, Haruki passed away.

They say he kept looking at that painting I drew until the very end.

Epilogue

Ten years have passed since I lost Haruki. I, Sakura, have been living a peaceful life. After graduating from high school and attending art college, I have been working as a professional painter. And, I have built a happy family. I married a man I love and was blessed with a child.

The days I spent with Haruki have become a distant memory, and that memory is vividly reflected in my paintings. My art depicts Haruki's existence, and those paintings are loved by many people.

One day, my child asked me this.

"Hey Mom, where is that painting?"

"That painting? Which painting do you mean?"

I ask back, looking puzzled.

Then, my child places a hand on their small chest.

"The painting that had the stars and the moon here. It's nowhere to be found."

"I really love that painting."

What he was pointing at was the painting I had made of Haruki. That painting was displayed in a corner of my studio, and it had become a part of my precious memories.

I was a little surprised by his words. After all, I didn't remember showing him that painting. But his eyes held a certain memory.

At that moment, a thought crossed my mind. However, that thought vanished immediately. It was just a fleeting illusion.

Several years passed since then, and my child grew up and began to watch me as I painted. His eyes, just like Haruki's, looked at my paintings with gentleness.

Seeing that, I remembered my days with Haruki. The time I spent with Haruki, the way Haruki looked at my paintings, and Haruki's smile. All of those things came back vividly.

It might just be a coincidence. But I felt some special meaning in it. It was a warm feeling, like a reunion with a loved one.

I smiled and said to my child,

"That painting is of someone very important to me."

And then, I picked up my paintbrush again and began to apply color to the canvas.

The End.

Afterword

How was it? This work. I read this novel again to turn it into an article, and right now, I am crying my eyes out.

I write the afterword not when I finish writing the novel, but when I turn it into a note article. Right at the very end, after reading the whole story.

In the end, I wrote about Sakura's child, and I wrote the epilogue with the wish that it might be Haruki reincarnated.

Even though I say I write with AI, I am the one who comes up with the story.

The next work will be a story about somewhat boring adults. However, I think it is a work where you can truly feel the importance of family.

The work that follows that one is, I believe, the greatest masterpiece I have written so far. Unexpected developments and tears.

Don't you think the works I write resemble something?

I am heavily influenced by Jun Maeda of Key. He is a scenario writer for stories that cannot be told without tears. All of his works are truly wonderful.
To introduce a few:

• Kanon

• AIR

• CLANNAD

• Little Busters!

• Angel Beats!

They are all truly wonderful works.

I watched them all as anime, but from the middle onwards, I was crying through every single episode.

That is why I tend to write stories that unfold in that way. In a good sense, I want to betray the reader's expectations.

Finally, I would like to express my gratitude to you for reading my novel.

Thank you.

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