It was XXXX ago that I met a girl who said she was a ghost.
I asked her name. “I have no name,” she answered. “Because I have no name, I am a ghost. You are the same as me, aren’t you?” she said, smiling.
It was true. I was also a ghost. A being who was able to speak with ghosts was also a ghost. As I am now. But I knew that I was once named Yuki, a name that sounded like snow.
“Now then, shall we go?” she said, and I went with her. Her stride was fast, and she seemed like she was alive. “We can go anywhere. Where is it that you would like to go?”
I thought about it for a while. Where was I trying to go? Where was I? Why was I here?
But all I could do as I stood there was look into her dark eyes.
“Weren’t you thinking of going to XXXX?”
It was she who finally answered. When I heard her words, I finally understood my purpose. Yes. That was where I was trying to go. Why had I forgotten? Why had I forgotten such an important role, the very reason for my existence?
It was something I should never have forgotten.
“Well, that’s settled then.”
The girl smiled happily. I nodded and said my thanks.
“Good-bye.”
The girl disappeared, and I remained. Perhaps she had returned to where she belonged. Just as I was trying to return to where I belonged.