“That was the point,” Haru answered. “To try living the other’s choice without erasing the one we’d already made.”
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Haru smiled, a little crooked. “I picked the day you were teaching at the festival. You always did rage against bureaucracy.” “That was the point,” Haru answered
“Remember when we wrote to each other every year?” Aoi asked suddenly, quiet as a confession. “We said we'd swap lives for a day if we could. Do you ever wonder… if we picked the wrong day?” Haru smiled, a little crooked
Haru slit the flap with his thumbnail. The paper inside smelled faintly of incense and the bookshop where they’d first met—suffused with a nostalgia neither of them had permission to own. He unfolded a single sheet. The handwriting was smaller than he remembered, the loops more daring.
“Do you think it will change things?” he asked.