The thin hand still carried the same bag every day. Every time he went to school, it was as if just carrying it meant more than just the contents, but its meaning.
Aito, even though he knew that his food would most likely be wasted, still prepared a lunch for Junan. Whether it was today or tomorrow, he didn't know when Junan would go to school.
However, what was meaningful was that when Junan went to school, there was always a lunch for him. Thinking optimistically like that, Aito stepped towards the school gate.
"Is that really him?" someone asked as if whispering, but her voice was loud enough for people passing by to hear.
"I guess so. I didn't expect that," her friend replied.
"Why can he still go to school?" The question was asked without hesitation.
Aito might have tried to brush it off yesterday, but now everyone was talking about bad things right as he passed by. Even though he wanted to deny it to others, his own intuition confirmed his guess.
