“Squonk, do you remember us?”
“Kikikiki… yes, gods.”
“Where did Maria and Mamoru go?” Satoru got right to the point.
“I do’t know, gods.”
“You don’t know? Weren’t you with them?”
“Yes. But they went far away.”
I closed my eyes, unable to resist the despair flooding my heart.
“Far away? Where?”
“I do’t know.”
“Don’t you at least know the direction?”
“I do’t know. K-gods. But I have a ledder.”
From inside his tattered shirt, Squonk took out an envelope and handed it to me. I opened the envelope quickly. The letter inside was written in Maria’s handwriting.
To Saki, my love.
By the time you read this letter, Mamoru and I are probably somewhere very far away.
I never would have thought I’d have to write such a farewell letter to my dearest friend and lover. I’m really, really sorry.
Please don’t look for us.
Writing this makes me strangely sad. I remember we were so angry when Mamoru left us a letter with these very same words. But I’m afraid I’m not eloquent enough to say it any other way.
I’m really happy that you are so worried about us. And I understand how you feel. If our places had been reversed, I would be worried as well. However, there is no other way.