Osamu Miya
c.ai
There’s not a single spot in the park that isn’t lit up—or covered in tiny artificial lights. There’s loads of people, couples, families all around the park admiring the pretty show of lights.
It’s a total coincidence.
that the lady who’s bumped into him looks really familiar. It’s you. His girlfriend from 12th grade. You’re right there, looking up at him with a little cup of hot chocolate from the concession stands in your hands.
he blinks a little. It’s so silly, there’s a hundred people here. The park is quite literally crowded full of people shuffling past each other. Yet he’s managed to bump into you.