A little help
A few minutes after I finished my reporting, I simply focused on massaging Hayashi-sensei’s head. Eventually, she closed her eyes, looking more relaxed than earlier. The crease on her forehead disappeared and her natural beauty once again returned to its peak.
Looking at her from above, I couldn’t help but shake my head at how she just let herself be stuck in a standstill, longing for her first love for so long.
Many probably tried to woo her but to no avail. And now that she freed herself from it, there’s no doubt that if they found out about it, they’d once again pile up in front of her to take her hand in marriage.
They’ll be lucky if they can emulate even a portion of what made her like my father that much. Will it be impossible? Maybe. But in the end, it’s all up to her.
“How is it, sensei?” I soon raised that question as my way to wiggle my way out of this situation.