The walk to the Nakamura family mansion wasn't so long... No, not really. That was a lie Satoru told himself every time he made this journey.
The truth was, the walk was like an endless trek, but it felt like mere moments when Yuki was there beside him, chattering away with no care in the world and laughing like he knew nothing bad about where they were headed.
"Remember that time we tried to build a structure just like the family mansion?" Yuki was saying, gesturing wildly with his hands. "And we thought all that was used for building were clay and water?"
How could I forget? Satoru smiled brightly. We nearly died—we were just four, after all.
We spent a hell of a lot of time. Satoru stressed, as if he was re-experiencing the whole moment. "It would have been less time-consuming if you hadn't kept pestering me with your stupid talk."
I still feel like I wasted a portion of my life on that till today.
