murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood

you: you'll do fine wherever you go."
"And another thing. I kind of feel like there's something stuck inside
me. Could it be my imagination?"
"Just a lingering memory," I said and smiled. Reiko smiled, too.
"Don't forget about me," she said.
"I won't forget you," I said. "Ever."
"We may never meet again, but no matter where I go, I'll always
remember you and Naoko."
I saw that she was crying. Before I knew it, I was kissing her. Others
on the platform were staring at us, but I didn't care about such things
any more. We were alive, she and I. And all we had to think about was
continuing to live.
"Be happy," Reiko said to me as she boarded the train. "I've given you
all the advice I have to give. There's nothing left for me to say. Just be
happy. Take my share and Naoko's and combine them for yourself."
We held hands for a moment, and then we parted.
I phoned Midori.
"I have to talk to you," I said. "I have a million things to talk to you
about. A million things we have to talk about. All I want in this world
is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin
everything from the beginning."
Midori responded with a long, long silence - the silence of all the
misty rain in the world falling on all the new-mown lawns of the
world. Forehead pressed against the glass, I shut my eyes and waited.
At last, Midori's quiet voice broke the silence: "Where are you now?"
Where was I now?
Gripping the receiver, I raised my head and turned to see what lay
beyond the phone box. Where was I now? I had no idea. No idea at
all. Where was this place? All that flashed into my eyes were the
countless shapes of people walking by to nowhere. Again and again I
called out for Midori from the dead centre of this place that was no
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