Houyou

—We'll keep on watching over them.
—We will?
We sit at the stairs right in front of the entrance to the temple. The night is a bit cold and the moon shines the darkness away.
—Of course. You can't stop that, never wondered why it didn't matter how angry you got, sooner or later you'd be worrying about them, once again?
—I know, but...
—You'd rather change topics, right?
She smiles.
There's a lot of people running and walking around, the festival is now crowded as I expected it to be. Many things going through my head, but I remain silent instead of speaking.
—It's been a while since you were this happy, right?
—Huh? Happy?
—I mean, happy like these people. Sure, people are different and your happiness comes out in a different way, but you're not happy lately.
—That's no news.
—I know, oh come on, I know how you feel even with all the weird masks and the infinite barriers. We're akin, and you should trust me a lil' bit more. Pleeease?
I like this place, I don't know why. It could be said that a part of me waits a whole year until August comes again, just so I can be there. It gives me a weird sensation that's both good and bad...
—Why should I?
—Oh... because... I can help find that which you've been looking for so eagerly.
—And what is it that I'm looking for?
—Well...
She whispers the words in my ears.
—Ah, and YOU can help me finding that?
—Sure!
—I guess we'll have to work on that later.
—So what now?
I look to the sky. The moon is there. I used to say think that "at least the sky is still there for us". Never had I trully understood what did that phrase really mean, I just wanted to say it as a mean of not feeling alone. I like the fact that she doesn't speak when I'm deeply lost thinking, as if she could understand this.
People running around, looks fun.
We're still there, sitting at the stairs. I turn to face her.
—You're not saying anything?
—Ah, I... no. I was just thinking.
—I see.
We look at the gate ahead. People coming in, people going out...
—Hey, be useful.
I lay my head on her lap. That's what normally has to be said before I do it, she seems a bit surprised. Still, we're there at the stairs, amidst all the chaos of the festival.
—You wanted adrenaline, didn't you?
—What do you mean?
—Well, I know that you always come here waiting for something incredible to happen. But it never does, not even today.
—You can't win them all, right?
—Yeah...
—And it's good already.
Those happy and slow songs... I suppose they call it Bon Odori... that sensation...
Neither good or bad after all I guess. Just different.
—They're gone now, everyone went to the dancing place.
—Huh?
—Nothing, it doesn't matter.
—Even if they were here...
—...We're invisible.
—As expected.
Good to be here.