And there she was. Mei. Standing at the edge of the shrine steps, wearing his favorite hoodie—the one she always complained smelled like sawdust.
He went. Of course he went.
On the fourth day, he found a message on his arm, written in smudged pen: kimi no na wa
“So are you,” he said.
“You’re real,” she whispered.
“You left my body exhausted. Did you climb a mountain?” – Mei. And there she was