Double AS

Kamiya Sakura's family festival is composed of seniors in the entertainment industry as the funeral committee.The steady black Mercedes-Benz slowly approached the tranquil rural Chofu. Various flower stands had already begun to line up on both sides of Kamiya’s single-family house—white lilies, platycodons, poplarias, and pale lilies that matched her very well. Pink sakura.

"Life is really impermanent..." Kise muttered to himself.

Even now, it is still hard for him to believe the news that Sakura, who shines a hundred times brighter than himself and has been working tirelessly towards his dream, has passed away.

He wore big sunglasses on his face and a low-key black suit.Except for the earring on his left ear and the watch on his hand, everything is plain, and there is not even a little powder on his face.

This was the first funeral he attended in his life, and it was his mentor and friend who were sent away.

"That's why it's more important to grasp the present moment. After all, the past will never come back. Get out of the car──" Nakatani Miyuki signaled him to be mentally prepared with her eyes, and the reporters began to surround her.

After waiting for so many days, the tragic hero they were talking about finally appeared.

"Kise Ryota-kun! Please say a few words!" "Is there anything you want to respond to the rumors about you and Kamiya Sakura these days? Is Kamiya Sakura's death because her relationship with you was hindered? Please say a few words!" The reporters rushed forward.

Although I have made sufficient mental preparations, it is still difficult to deal with it.

"Everything I can say has been said at the press conference. Thank you for your concern."

He nodded and raised his hand in thanks.His unpainted face was haggard and pale, and he was dressed in austere black. His sunglasses covered his expression, but he could still feel his grief—the audience's favorite tragic hero.

"I'm sorry, today is a private schedule, please let me—" The tall female manager protected her artist with a stern look. "Please tell us why you disappeared for so many days? Kise-kun!"

The spotlights came and went, and the microphones rushed up one after another, just like a hound with its sharp teeth.

"Sorry, I'm not the main character today──"

Holding back his sadness like that, trying to pretend to be calm──it was as if Ryoto Asuka had penetrated the fluorescent screen and entered the real world.

Audiences love the plot.

Of course the media went crazy over it.

Like flies smelling blood, they rushed straight at them, and there were so many that they couldn't hide.Fortunately, the bodyguards hired by the funeral committees rescued him in the end, otherwise he might be trapped in the crowd of reporters and could not escape at all.

It was hard to get into the Kamiya Mansion, a detached house as exquisite and beautiful as a doll's house, and the surrounding cherry blossoms are in full bloom; today is a warm winter, and the cherry blossoms bloom very early.The white Yae cherry blossoms and pink Yoshino cherry blossoms sway in the wind, and the cherry blossoms rain down.

The flower stand of "Kamiya Sakura Family Festival" stands at the door like this.The mourning guests are all prominent figures in the entertainment industry; white candles are lined up on the door steps, surrounded by cards and gifts from movie fans from all over the world, written in different languages, but expressing the same meaning It is the condolences and remembrance of the actor who died young.

Kise left his name at the entrance sign.Then the ceremony was handed over to the person in charge.

He took off his leather shoes at the entrance, and slowly walked into the Japanese room on the first floor.

The sliding door was wide open, with guests sitting on both sides who came to express their condolences, and the air was filled with sandalwood.Lilies and cherry blossoms are intertwined, and the mourning hall is submerged in the sea of ​​flowers.Hanging in the middle is her bright smile when she was alive──a still photo of Mayumi Shoko from Lovers in a Feather.

In the photo, she looked back at the camera, smiling very brightly, and then the background was a bright and clear sky.

Sakura's coffin stopped there.

White slender birch coffin.Except for the sound of chanting and the occasional slight sobbing.Very quiet.

There are two boxes of incense burners on the ebony table in front.

In order to avoid the reporters, Kise arrived late on purpose; they also understood his troubles, so they could understand Kise's late arrival.

"You're finally here..." The senior presiding over the funeral patted him lightly on the shoulder, "Go and have a few words with her."

He nodded.

The black socks rustled as they walked on the tatami mats.Sakura's coffin is in the middle.

Putting his hands on the tatami mat, he knelt respectfully before the coffin.

He bowed solemnly to the family members on the right first—Sakura Kamiya's father, and then bowed to the funeral committee members on the left; ──A bow.

Holding the rosary, he finally came to her, clasping his hands together.

Then he picked up the incense flakes and held them in front of his eyebrows, twisted the incense to pay tribute, put them down, twice in a row.

"Can I see her?" he said suddenly.

"Please." Her father opened the small window on the coffin.

──Sakura is still pretty.The makeup artist painted her so perfectly that she couldn't fault it at all; even the eyelashes helped her get the longest model.They all knew that Sakura was furious because Kise's eyelashes were bigger than hers, and even wanted to cut it off.

I can't help but laugh when I think about it.

Sakura lying in the coffin had a calm expression, like a doll in a box.

The first time we met was at the audition for Feather Lovers.On the island of Boracay with blue sea and blue sky.

At that time, he was terrified by Sakura sitting alone on the corridor.

There was no change in his expression, and his calm, pitch-black eyes.

"──Call me Sakura. Ryota-kun."

Only she doesn't reject herself who was born in a photo album.

But he didn't expect that just that short meeting would bring about a huge change in his whole life.

"If you don't have talent, just work hard."

Then she led herself into acting.

Let him realize that he is not just a vase, but also has other possibilities.

"You still look confused, Ryota-kun. 』

Sakura just appeared behind her.

"You clearly know that there is only one way forward, but you are always making excuses for yourself. 』The black eyes stared at him as usual.

Is she talking?Or ask yourself?

He and her are like reflections in water.

When he bent down, what he saw was actually himself.

Twins of fate.

They all walked on very similar roads, with the same struggle, the same pain, the same scars, and the same troubles.

It's because they are too similar, so they can't really get close.

It takes courage to look directly at yourself.

"I don't have as much talent as you..." he muttered.

"If you don't have talent, just work hard.

──Or is Ryota-kun only doing talented things? 』

She looked at herself and smiled wryly.

"Life is really short, what kind of regret do you want to leave with?" 』

Another asked himself.

Sakura is herself who has gone the other way.

There is no Miyuki, mother, everyone without Miracle──and Xiao Qingfeng herself.

I chose another destiny.

Just stand in front of yourself like that.Reflect each other.

"Please don't waste my life. 』

To myself, to myself.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, dripping down my knees.

He had an epiphany.

Escape, struggle, bewilderment, float and sink on the dark and cold sea, wandering without knowing direction.

He finally found the exit.

If you don't have talent, work hard.

Life is as short as morning dew, like cherry blossoms, fleeting - what kind of regret do you want to leave with?

Tears rolled down my face.

He finally found his way.

"Thank you……"

I put my hands together and thank you from the bottom of my heart.

The last thank you has long been crying.

There is no longer any confusion.

Finally took the first step.

Whether it's lights or applause, nothing can imprison him──

"Thank you..." He thanked deeply, and the tears fell wildly and he was free.