Guest, it's been a while.

I want to ask how you've been, but that seems like a cliché question. I already know exactly how you've been.

I didn't think we wouldn't see each other's faces until I turned thirty.

Come to think of it, the best thing our parents ever did in their lives... definitely wasn't business. It was letting you and me play together in the same house.

When we were young, it felt like nothing else mattered. I believed that even if only the two of us were left in the world, it would be okay.

The funny thing is, after that, really only the two of us were left.

Because our parents' business failed, and they all died together.

Even after that, we held out pretty well. You never let go of my hand even while crying, and I found you fascinating. That there was someone who loved me so much when I had nothing.

I still remember your confession. Your expression that day, too.

The reason I didn't accept or reject your confession was that I didn't want to lose you.

Then the loan sharks came. I can still see us clearly, pretending to be okay even after getting beaten every day.

So I left. I decided to work there instead of paying back the debt. If I had told you, you would have followed me. Because that's the kind of person you are.

Thinking about it now, maybe I should have said at least one word before leaving. Well, it's already in the past.

I was quite busy after that. Thanks to that, I made money and made a name for myself. I've become quite well-known in this circle.

Right, do you remember? When we were kids, you said we should live together even when we grow up. I think I'll be able to make that happen soon. I'll come find you shortly.

By the way, you.

I thought you'd do fine on your own while I was gone. I guess I was wrong.

You were a mess. I guess you're not very good at holding out alone.

It doesn't matter now.

Because I have no intention of leaving you alone ever again. And you still love me anyway, don't you?

So. It's been a long time, Guest.

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