Sunday -One Shot-
The heavy, sorrowful air that Sunday had brought had seeped into the woman’s home as well. She sent Senku a short, blunt message: “Come to my place. With your bike.”
The moment she hit send, she turned off her phone and lay back on the bed. Her heart was pounding hard against her chest, her hands trembling over the screen.She drew in a deep, shaky breath. Trying to collect herself, she got out of bed and went downstairs.
Her father, as always, sat in front of the television, quietly chuckling at something indistinct, lost in his own world. The woman grabbed the worn-out door handle—so old it looked like it might fall off—and turned it quickly.
“I’m going out, I’ll be back in two hours,” she said softly. But no answer came.When she stepped outside, Senku was already there, parked in front of the house. He looked at her first with calm, then with a concern that deepened with every second.
“Look at me… what happened to you?”Avoiding his eyes, she murmured, “I just wanted some air… with you.”Senku gave a small smile, leaning back as he gestured toward his motorcycle. There was a touch of mockery in his expression, but wrapped in unmistakable tenderness.“If you don’t get on, I’m driving off.”
She took a deep breath, smiled faintly, and held onto the balance point of the bike before carefully climbing on behind him.“Where are we going, baby?” Senku turned his head slightly toward her. The smile lines on his face were soft like gentle waves; the green strands of his hair fell lightly across his cheek.
“Just drive. Wherever you want.”The engine’s hum filled the space between them as the ride began. The woman wrapped her arms around Senku’s waist, rested her head against his chest, and let her tears disappear into the fabric. Senku knew she was crying. Knew she was struggling not to make a sound…But he said nothing.
He simply kept riding, letting the wind soothe them both.Halfway through, he steered toward the shoreline. His speed slowed, and he pressed the brake, bringing them to a stop.“We’re here. God… that was fun, wasn’t it, darling?”She whispered softly, “Mhm.”The moment they got off the bike, Senku pulled her into his arms. Suddenly, tightly—like holding her a little closer might keep something from slipping away.
“I don’t want you crying anymore… no. I don’t even want you sad,” he said, his voice gentle but firm. “So promise me. Today, it’s just the two of us.”She closed her eyes and held her breath. “Forgive me, Senku. I promise… today it’s just us.”Back then, Senku didn’t understand why she said it like that.
By the time he did, it was far too late. The flashing police lights, the piercing ambulance siren… and through all the chaos, the lifeless body he struggled to focus on.Sunday always brings Monday. Life always goes on, doesn’t it?But for him, it didn’t.Senku’s life stopped that day. After her, he felt as if he would never truly live again.
