Letters From the Moon

11

When I watched her leave, I suddenly thought of something and quickly chased after her.

"Miss Sherwood." I stopped her. "May I make a request? Can I have a look at Professor Sherwood's belongings?"

Given her affection for him, she would most likely have kept his belongings.

That was what I expected.

She turned around and looked at me, but she didn't say anything.

I didn't know how to explain to her the phone call we had made across time.

"Don't you have the key to his house?" She said in a peaceful tone, "We didn't move anything in his house. You can go and have a look if you want to look at anything."

"Thank you."

She smiled and left without saying anything more.

After leaving the cemetery, I went home.

Before I went abroad, I carefully locked everything about him in a drawer. Now what I kept carefully was useful.

I stepped into his house again after five years of time. It was as if a lifetime had passed.