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Volume 14, Interlude
The small window of the control booth was so far up from the darkness that my hand just didn’t seem like it could reach. Reaching out up toward the unreachable window towering overhead was like a situation directly from Shakespeare.
It came to mind because the composition of this situation was exactly the same, even though our relations.h.i.+p and our positions were completely different. The thought put a self-loathing smile on my face.
Our relations.h.i.+p wouldn’t end on such a straightforward and blissful manner. It would remain a relations.h.i.+p that we would never know how to define. For me, for him, and for her.
The relations.h.i.+p between the three of us had no name. No matter what you called a rose, it would still have the same sweet fragrance, and perhaps, our relations.h.i.+p was exactly that. Even if we were able to give it a name, it wouldn’t change. I was sure of it. It had to be.
I didn’t believe those words at all, yet I swallowed them as if they were sweet poison. In that way, I could put myself to rest.
The lighting behind him made it difficult for me to perceive his expression, but it looked as if he was smiling.
The moment I tried to ask if anything had happened, I was interrupted by static from my earphone. And it informed me of the end.
The time for our fun chatter was over.
This was the end.
I replied with an acknowledgment and briefly added to it. Then, I released the microphone of my headset from my hand.
I used the microphone on its stand located in the wing of the stage behind the drapes to read out an announcement. The closing ceremony began, and the music increased in intensity. Once the performers took the stage, that was the end. What remained was to send the signal.
I raised my hand toward the control booth. But I didn’t extend it any farther because I knew it wouldn’t reach the elevated window. With that very same hand that lost its destination and had naught else to go, I quietly waved.
