Could This Guy Have Shrunk?

"Having lost an entire world..."

Sato Miwako quietly gazed at the road ahead, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightening involuntarily.

"A person's life is full of uncertainties, with ups and downs and twists and turns, so naturally there will be regrets. There is bound to be someone who suddenly appears in that tiny world, fills it completely, and then suddenly disappears."

Fujino rolled down the car window, fished a cigarette case out of his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and held it in his mouth. "The lingering memories gradually fill a person's heart. Even though that face in the memory has long since blurred, whenever the dead of night arrives, it always suddenly rises from the depths of the heart into the mind."

"Not even time can smooth away these memories. Whenever they begin to fade, they are suddenly remembered all over again, and etched in once more."

"In the constant, repeating torture, some people spend their entire lives unable to walk out of it."

"Perhaps, I am that kind of person."

Sato Miwako parked the car by the side of the road, lowered her gaze, gripped the steering wheel, and her eye sockets gradually reddened. "The kind who can't walk out of it even if they spend their whole lives, the kind who can't forget even if they want to, with those memories constantly echoing in the mind..."

"If you can't forget, then just don't forget."

Fujino rested his hand outside the car window, looking at the scenery. "Isn't it fine to just choose to accept it?"

"Accept?"

"What has already happened cannot be changed, but the future can still be changed."

Without turning his head, Fujino continued, "Regrets, unrequited love—these inherently make up a part of life. Perhaps the process is a bit painful, but there is