When

1. Morikawa

Wouldn't it be easier for everyone to fall in love with a beauty he couldn't have?

As the words that are very popular are spoken by many people, regarding a flower that grows on the edge of a cliff. About there are times when people try to pluck it. Because it's easy. Beauty cannot be possessed. But he has fallen in love.

So, beauty is his eyes. How to look at me that day. The world has it and he brought it to me.

Then there's another saying, about something beautiful, that can secretly kill you. One can fall into that deep abyss, when all his concentration is fixed on the one flower he is about to reach. Then he would think, should he keep trying to pluck it, or leave it alone, lonely there.

I tried not to look at him when he looked straight at me. His eyes pierced, drowning. I turned my eyes everywhere, as long as it wasn't his. But I realized, he didn't mean to do it. And I looked at him again. Those eyes don't mean to intimidate me. I'm the only one who feels that way. Because this pair of eyes is beautiful, breaking down my entire subconscious, messing with my mind. Makes me woozy. Why I met him at that time.

He was still looking at me, his real intimate gaze had a glimmer of worry.

"sorry, this is.. is it still looking for part-time workers?"

The outer ends of both of his eyebrows decreased, fine strokes engraved on his forehead. The owner of these beautiful eyes is waiting for my answer. He hopes to be anxious. I'm still stunned. Don't expect me to be able to answer him if he still looks at me like this. It was like hearing my monologue. In a moment, his eyes were moved. He looked to his left. His left hand was raised straight, pointing at a small white board hanging at the front of the building.

Like being hypnotized, my eyes followed his entire movement. I mendeham slowly. Actually he didn't have to do that, because I already knew the answer. I just need some time until he doesn't hold me anymore with his eyes.

"O! Yeah, just a minute."

With a quick movement I twisted my body. Leaving the position where I was glued. Only about 1 meter in front of him. I went back inside the building, without closing the door. My head is still empty.

How the world kept its beauty behind me. 26 years I lived, and only now was it shown to me. Maddened.

"Tenchou. (head of the restaurant) in front of someone asked part-time job vacancies. Gaijin. (stranger)"

I leaned my body towards the counter. The restaurant manager was behind it, slicing thinly the tongue of the cow he just took out of the cooling machine. The manager, an early 40-year-old man, shifted his concentration to me, and without ba bi bu nodded, telling me to let him in. Honestly, I didn't expect his reaction to be so quick.

My feet stepped back outside the restaurant with a burning feeling. These lips seem to want to smile. It was like finding a place to set foot for the first time, a small, sturdy space between the rocks towards the edge of the gorge. There is one door to the opportunity to be able to pick the flowers apparently.

This won't be the last time he comes to this restaurant. One voice of faith. Like a voice saying that I'm gonna be okay. It will not fall into an abyss that is essentially invisible. The taste was so strong, when I let him in.

"can it be Japanese?"

Ask the Tenchou. He stopped his work for a moment. The woman was standing right in front of the counter. His hands were tightly clenched together. He's groggy. From afar, it turns out that I who was still standing in front of the entrance of the restaurant just shifted the lid of the door, observing. I was waiting desperately for the next answer. I put my ears on full alert. But there was not a hint of doubt in my mind that he could not speak Japanese. A few minutes ago we were just talking to each other.

"dekimasuyo. (i can)"

He said quickly while nodding. I'm sure I saw the side of his cheek interested. He smiles. That answer is why I am relieved. As when a person stands before the altar, he is asked if he accepts a spouse standing by his side to be a companion until the end of the day, and the answer is, yes.

He's gonna be my new part-time co-worker. Like that's the voice in my head. Like blinding. Probably true. This beauty, all the beautiful things that radiated from her eyes, could it be that I did not see her at the right time. Because this desire is too subdued. The desire to have it was so roaring. Plunges.

If only the flowers on the edge of the abyss had fallen along with the other flowers in the midst of this stormy season, I, the traveler, would never have admired them from a distance. Because it doesn't exist. But see, the flower was firmly clinging to its fragile stalk. It was as if he was waiting to be rescued before the storm. He sent himself to be plucked, rather than die without anyone enjoying his beauty.

But we were looking at each other at the wrong time. In fact, these rocks are fragile, eroded by the rain that never stops. I know and like a traveler, there's too much salt acid in life to make it a learning. When one step felt solid, the next step was doubtful and I decided to move back. I will fall into the abyss if I continue to force the flower.

So I let him be there. The beauty looked at me like she was wondering. Why I left him. He no longer has a mouth without hands. The flower could not hold me back from the traveler.

That night, several hours had passed after the owner of the beautiful eyes. Still tingchou said to me.

"Thursday he will come for an interview. Set up an empty table by 9pm."

I'm nodding. A little bit of happiness back in the chest. Just a little, because the rest is just pain. Because the traveler often feels deprived of leaving the flower. What if there are other travelers who see it? He hoped that the flower would quickly fall in a storm so that no one else would find it. The wanderer felt himself selfish. How could he possibly think so.

Today is tuesday. There was an old song from the radio playing in the restaurant. Every tuesday. The vegetables sounded. It was the song 'ito', sung by Exile Atsushi. Damn the lyrics, it made me question what happened to me today.

Naze meguri au no ka wo?

Watashitachi wa nani.

Why are we found?

We never know the answer.