When I went to Mamizuâs hospital room a few days later, she was working on the knitted item from before.
âIâve brought one more person with me today,â I said.
Mamizuâs hands stopped knitting and she made a puzzled expression. âWho is it?â
Kayama entered the room from behind me. Even from here, I could see that he was nervous.
âDo you remember me?â he asked.
âUmm⦠Ah, I remember! If I recall, youâre the person I met at the entrance exam, right?â Mamizu said, sounding surprised.
âIâm happy that you remembered me. My name is Kayama Akira.â
âWell then, I can call you Akira-kun.â
Kayama turned to face me. âHey, Okada. Would you mind leaving us alone for a little bit?â he said hesitantly.
âYeah⦠Alright.â
I quietly left Mamizuâs room. I sat on a bench in the corridor and looked up at the ceiling, bored. During the day, nurses walked back and forth busily up and down the corridors.
Kayama is probably confessing to Mamizu now, I thought.
Of course, I didnât have the right to stop him.
Even so, there was a kind of gloomy feeling lingering in my mind.
What was this? Jealousy? I felt like smiling bitterly at this pathetic emotion inside me.
And then I thought about the meaning behind Mamizuâs âIâm sorry.â Iâve already been rejected. Even though Iâve been rejected, I still love Mamizu, so it canât be helped, I thought.
I looked at the clock and saw that only five minutes had passed.
I felt like time spent waiting was long. Time didnât flow evenly; different periods of five minutes could feel long or short. I felt like the time I spent with Mamizu was short. Time that was precious was short, while time that I didnât care about was long. Why isnât it the opposite? I wondered.
I closed my eyes and faced the ceiling. For some reason, my heart was beating fast. What good does it do me to be nervous? I thought.
I heard the sound of the hospital roomâs door being thrown open violently. I turned around to see Kayama.
âHey, Kayamaâ¦â I began. The moment I followed up with the usual âyouâre an idiot,â I regretted it.
Kayama wasnât in a state for me to call out to him.
He stared back at me, his face ashen, hollow and expressionless. The word âdumbfoundedâ came to mind. It was like I was looking at someone else who wasnât Kayama. I had the feeling that Iâd never seen such a powerless expression on his face before.
He stayed silent.
Confused, I just looked back at him.
âItâs so frustrating,â Kayama said finally, as if he had barely squeezed the words out. He stayed expressionless, but his words were emotional.
With that, Kayama walked away down the corridor, as if trying to get away from the hospital room.
I didnât know what to do.
I wondered whether I should chase after Kayama, but then decided that I should leave him alone.
And then I entered Mamizuâs room.
Mamizu covered her face awkwardly and sighed. Silence passed by.
âItâs gotten hotter lately, hasnât it,â I said vaguely as I approached her.
âAkira-kun said that he likes me,â Mamizu said, sounding astonished.
âI see,â I said.
Had Mamizu just replied, âIâm sorry,â like she had done with me?
âWhat did you say?â I asked.
âSorry.â
As I expected, I thought.
But Mamizu continued. âI told him that thereâs someone else I like.â She looked at me with a somewhat powerless, pathetic expression.
âO-oh. I see.â
It was kind of a shock. It was a sudden shock. It was the first time Iâd heard this.
Who on earth was it?
When and where?
I was confused.
But I didnât ask.
âHey, I went to visit Shizusawa Souâs grave the other day,â I said, changing the subject. I opened the photos I took the other day on my phone and showed Mamizu the screen.
âWow, it really says âç¡ .ââ Mamizu returned to her usual self and stared at the screen of my phone with great interest. âMaybe I should have âç¡â written on my grave, too.â
âIâd kind of want something else.â
âLike what?â
âNeurosis, maybe?â
âThatâs terrible,â Mamizu said, giggling.
I laughed with her.
âWhatâs next?â I asked.
âWhat?â
âYou know, the things you want to do.â
âLetâs see⦠Well then, I want to try smoking. Youâd normally smoke at times like this, right?â
Times like what? I thought, feeling surprised.
âNo, no, you canât,â I said. âMamizu, youâre ill. You definitely canât smokeâ¦â
âThatâs why, thatâs why it wonât be me doing it. The one smoking will be you, Takuya-kun. Have you forgotten the usual rule?â Mamizu gave a mischievous smile.
I was quite busy these days.
There was practice for the cultural festivalâs play. We were gathering three times a week at the school or sometimes at the park, and practicing this and that. I was completely on break from my work at the maid café, too. The whole thing had pretty much become a gag once it was decided that the heroine would be a guy, so why did we need to practice so seriously? This question did occur to me, but I participated in the practice seriously. All of this was so that I could tell Mamizu about the sights that I could see while I was doing this.
That day, the classroom at school couldnât be used for various reasons, so we were practicing at the nearby park. Although it was September, it was still hot, and I performed in the park under the blazing sun, wishing I could be spared from this.
What we were practicing was a love story known by everyone. Romeo and Juliet love each other, but because of the conflict between their families and various other things, they canât get married. Juliet is about to be forced to marry another man, which she doesnât want, so she drinks a âpotion of false death.â She drinks this potion that makes her sleep as if she is dead, intending to fool everyone into thinking that she is dead and making them give up on the marriage. And then she would come back to life and secretly escape with Romeo. But news of the plan isnât delivered to Romeo, and he kills himself, believing that Juliet is actually dead. After that, when Juliet awakens, she feels despair at Romeoâs death and commits suicide as well. The end. Ah, what a misunderstanding.
âOh, Juliet, why have you died?â said Kayama, who was acting as Romeo, in an unmotivated voice.
It was indeed difficult to put emotion into lines like this.
After that incident, things between me and Kayama had become awkward, and we kind of werenât talking to each other.
âIâll die as well, Juliet, and follow you.â
And the Romeo drinks the poison and dies.
âRomeo! Ah, why have you died!â
After that, Juliet, the character Iâm playing, stabs herself with a dagger. And then the two of them die. A tragic, bad ending. That was the planned script.
âIt lacks seriousness,â said a girl from the theater club who was acting as the playâs director, wearing a sour expression.
How can there be seriousness in something like this? I thought. âGive us some rest!â I shouted.
âWeâll take a thirty-minute break!â the director announced.
We were practicing in a relaxed atmosphere. The people who had come to day were the six main cast members including me, the director, and two others â a total of nine people. The other students were probably studying hard for their university entrance exams or enjoying themselves somewhere.
Either way, it was certain that most of them would probably be under an air conditioner. Thinking about that made me somewhat bitter.
After that, I quietly slipped away from the park and headed for a nearby smoking area. I took out the cigarettes in my pocket and lit one.
âCareless, arenât you?â said Kayamaâs exasperated voice.
I turned around to see him behind me.
âWhat? Donât follow me,â I said.
âSmoking while underage, thatâd get you suspended.â
âI donât really care if you report me.â
I sucked in the cigarette smoke and then slowly exhaled. To be honest, I still wasnât used to it. I was just sucking it in and then letting it out without inhaling it into my lungs.
âGive it here,â Kayama said as he snatched the cigarette from my mouth, and then he deeply inhaled the smoke. âThis is how you do it.â
There werenât many people in this outdoors smoking area. It was to be expected, as the sun was blazing hot. There was one slightly plump salaryman, smoking a cigarette as he wiped his sweat with a handkerchief.
âKayama, you smoke?â
âIn the past. I quit already, though⦠You know, Shizusawa Sou was a heavy smoker. It was in middle school, when I looked up to him.â
Ah, I see, so thatâs why Mamizu was interested in smoking as well. Indeed, the man in âOne Ray of Lightâ smoked like a chimney and enjoyed himself, despite not having long to live due to his luminescence disease.
âAbout Kayama Masataka,â Kayama said.
Masataka was Kayamaâs older brother. The reason I still remembered his name was, of course, because heâd died. Because heâd died and become significant.
âAbout my brother. He was quite smart. He was good at sports, too. I was kind of sick of him. Thatâs why⦠I hated him. Honestly, I did, until he died.
âBut my memories of him became more beautiful after he died. I sometimes almost think that he was actually a really good guy. Donât you get that?â
I got the feeling that this was the first time Iâd heard Kayama talk about his brother directly.
âRight? What do you think my brother and your sister talked about when they were going out?â he asked.
âI canât even begin to imagine,â I said. I had the feeling that I hadnât really heard Meiko talk about her boyfriend.
âI wonder if they talked about us.â
âWho knows. What did you talk about with girls?â
âAh, sometimes we talked about you and stuff.â
That sounded a little creepy to me.
âI bet you were bad-mouthing me,â I said.
âI suppose. I told them that thereâs a weird guy in my class.â Kayama didnât deny it, and laughed it off. âHey, the guy Mamizu likes, is it you?â he asked suddenly, sounding like he was complaining.
The plump salaryman turned around to look at us. What did he want? Was he thinking something like, these guys are enjoying their youth, arenât they?
âProbably not, right?â I said.
âYouâre pretty thick, arenât you?â
âDonât say things like you know everything.â
âIt pisses me off, though.â Kayama said in a violent tone that was unusual for him. âSay it clearly, Okada.â
Although he said that, I didnât know what he wanted me to say clearly. âYou only ever say profound things, donât you? Are you not capable of talking normally?â I retorted seriously without thinking.
âSo, Watarase Mamizu doesnât love you?â
I was getting increasingly angry at Kayama for saying such misdirected things when he didnât know anything.
I took the cigarette back from him, took one puff and put it out. I vacantly stared at the cloud of smoke that Iâd exhaled as it rose into the sky. I suddenly remembered the ending to âOne Ray of Light.â
The protagonist suffers from luminescence disease. He knows that he is going to die. One day, his friend that he met at the sanatorium, who also suffers from luminescence disease, dies. At night, when the man is cremated, the smoke rising from the chimney glows faintly. When the body of a patient with luminescence disease is cremated, the smoke emits light under the moonlight. And then that smoke becomes a ray of light as it climbs into the sky. As the protagonist watches his friend become that ray of light, and feels his own death approaching, he feels that the death of a person is a beautiful thing.
And that was where the story ended.