Goodbye. In the brief interval after seeing you off, I set about designing our life together once more. A life in a house with you, where frost falls upon the roof and moonlight clings to the sharp edges like needles. When I contemplate this life with you, I can only pray for your swift return. Yet, as I waited for you, one hour passed, then two, until before I knew it, the midnight lumination had arrived. I embraced a brief moment of despair and loss.

I took the coat you wore yesterday—in truth, the type matters not. As its scent seeped into my lungs, I felt my eyelids close of their own accord. It is surely a fragment of your scent. As I immersed myself in this sense of fixation upon you, I eventually heard from beyond the gate the steady, unmistakable sound of your footsteps and your presence approaching.

Where have you been wandering so joyfully? If you continue to behave in such a manner, I shall have no choice but to imprison you.