“I didn’t even know her very long,” Hikari says, tucking the stone back into her pocket. “It feels like I started to love her and never got to finish.” Love isn’t a thing that’s ever finished, I want to tell her. It’s not a chronological feat. Her love for Sony is based on gentle affections, loud adventures, and the little pieces of friendship people tend to overlook. It does not end simply because we had to say goodbye.
