Paris, The last day of Summer 2020 France
I ran to where I had left my bike. Sasakawa followed me as my shadow. Without needing to talk, he understood me perfectly. As my reflection in a mirror, he escorted me and made the same gestures. I took the helmet and threw it behind.
This helmet had once covered the Alma's head when we started the adventure. She had no fear that day, nor when I told her a part of my secret, which she believed she already knew, but then almost vomited when she understood the meaning behind my past. That day was the happiest of all those I spent with her. I think.
Except for the day I held her hand for the first time, in the antique shop, and the music box brought back memories of my mother that I've never known.
Or the day I saved her, at the perfume boutique? No.
The day I kissed her for the first time, her body pressed close when I felt that she was mine, and I was hers for eternity?
Hmm.
The day I saw her again after so many years, perhaps?