She was waiting there, in that very same alley they met a month and a half ago. He told asked her to wait for him, to give him another chance to see her. Sitting on a stool surrounded by scarlet red rice paper lamps under the cold Tokyo rain. A woman in all her complexity... moments of beauty, mystery, confusion, hope, and anger... all of them taking place at the same time as all her thoughts took over her entire mind. Each second slowly fades away with the thick smoke... She waited... and waited . . . and waited . . . until suddenly . . .
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