[ Crossroads ]

She pressed the brakes of her secondhand bike at the intersection on Demachi.

The setting sun over her left shoulder, above the Kamo River, was doing magical things to the sky. To the clouds. Clouds that were floating home too, just in the opposite way. Golden and blue.

The light turned green again. Around her, people continued their journey. But she stood still. In awe with the view. Carefully sorting the feelings she thought she knew.

She wanted to lock time.

For in her bicycle basket lay a thousand frazzled pieces of the puzzle she calls her heart.

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