Prologue.
- Ok, tell me about these Yokohama guys.
- Well... I don't remember girls!!!
- Ah, shame. Boys then?
- Um... There are 3 of them. One is from Brasilia...
- I know, he's already said hello to us. Nice guy.
- Yeah. The guy with white hairs...
- Is from Finland, right? He is a bit like... Russian. Just a bit, never mind. Who is the third one? Who looks like Harry Potter. ;)
- Harry Potter?! Well, it is Ethan... He is from America.
Germination.
When at the party you get bored, you start spying on people. Sitting in the corner, you are making the album of situations and talks. There is everything in this album — everything that maybe was wanted to be erased, forgotten... or saved forever.
Page 1.
- I wanna sing this one...
- Go on.
- Come on, I can't do it alone! Come with me...
- No, I am too tired.
Page 2.
- Hi, Marine.
- Hello, Charlie.
- How are you?
- Cool...
- You are sitting alone...
- Oh, you were a little bit busy.
- We are just friends.
- I know, dear.
Page 3.
- Ethan, what happened?
- Don't...
- What?!
- Don't stay so close. They are talking...
- Who? About what?!
- About 'us'.
- What can they possibly say about 'us'?!
- Come on, Hannu, don't be that stupid...
- Just relax, Eth...
- Don't!... Stay away from me.
Page 4.
On the desk, leafing thick book, a handsome guy in stylish glasses is sitting alone. He seems to be bored and uninterested neither in the book in front of him nor in the girl now approaching his desk. The girl takes seat next to boy and starts talking. Suddenly one more guy appears near them. This one is quite tall, with dark short wavy hairs, wearing funny blue hat. Three people are having a talk, firstly slow and quiet, then guys become really excited about something, laughing and shouting. The girl is also smiling, but it seems that she is glad about something different. Nobody, however, notices that another boy who, looking not so cheerful, is watching them from another side of the hall.
End.
However, when you close the 'album', you realise that from 28 people only 4 are captured on 'photos'.
Florescence.
She was pissed off. The two boys who were supposed to fall for her seemed to be interested in each other much more actually. English wasn't her native language, and although she always thought that her English is on advanced level, the feeling that she didn't understand a word of their talks appeared more and more frequently. Australia and America — what can they possibly have in common except language?! Their humour, stories, music preferences — she didn't know even the tenth part of it. Her 'terrible' French accent should have affected both of them, but American guy often didn't even understand what she was talking about.
On the small island where their group was spending night she run forward these two to make a picture.
- And... cheese!!!
Boys stopped and smiled. The shutter of camera flipped. She was about to say something, but boys gracefully got around her and continued their way. She remained motionless, just stared at their backs. They were too deep in talk to notice the sakura tree above them... The strong flaw teared small pink flowers and strewed boys.
She began to understand.
Maturation.
Somehow I like cooking. It brings satisfaction after and the sense of peace during. However I have never imagined of cooking small chocolate... cookies with green tea for Him. It was just... just I was like some girl cooking for her boyfriend! It was too hilarious to even think about. Still... I was glad that my host family was not at home. Seeing Australian boy cooking something on kitchen would have been probably too much for them — I was quite troubling.
I put a tray with future cookies into the oven, closed it and took my new phone. Quite big, but it doesn't matter as it could send sms... finally!!!
«I am making u cookies... ;)».
Sent. I smiled and put it aside. What can he answer on this? Something like — 'stop it immediately, I don't wanna die so young!'. I quietly laughed.
Phone winked. I took it and open the new message.
«We will not see each other again. It is over.».
Fading.
(a week before)
Maybe I would call it a hobby. A strange crazy hobby which I have never wanted to have... which I am not interested in... which I hate. Why it is a hobby then, would you ask. Because this activity is following me for a long time and I just can't get rid of it.
All my partners commit suicide.
No, really so. For now... it is 5 people. Probably I am cursed or something, but I don't believe in these things. They just... can't live without me as one said in his note. Yes, there is some of my blame in their death — I have left them all. Still.. it is not a reason to kill yourself, right?!
I tried to become different — not pleasant nice guy, not communicative, not usual, not... But good people still find me and fall in love. I couldn't do anything with it. I gave up — I am just living with it now and try not to care.
Here I met a guy... He is really nice. Probably because he is from another country, probably because he is much younger than me. He is so sunny and good-humoured that I can't believe he can do something with himself. I am going to a meeting with him now...
Epilogue.
It was much better to have traditional Japanese funerals than that strange mix.
Quite many people came to this small cemetery today. The small group of foreign-looking people is standing close to the grave — they seem to be the family. A big group of teenagers standing a little bit aside — some of them are crying, some just look sad and lost.
Boys are keeping silence and standing without any move. Only one is smiling — not happily, but with a crazy, psycho smile. After a moment it seems that he will laugh, but then he starts crying. The blond boy near lightly hugs him.
All girls are tearing or sobbing except two... One is wearing black veil, so we can't see her face. She is motionless. Another girl is standing separately, under the big tree nearby. Her face, decorated with ashed-brown curly hair is partly covered with brown hat. She can't stop staring at the grave, on the photo on it. In hands she is spinning dark blue cap with British flag and six white stars...