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In the evenings, when the weather was nice and the sky was clear, Mari would sit on her balcony and watch the stars. At such times, she felt lonely and couldn't stop thinking about Japan. She remembered her school. She remembered her friends. She remembered Dia.
She missed Dia terribly. Her seriousness, her cheerfulness, even her reproaches. She wanted to hear her voice, to hold her and to enjoy her scent.
In those lonely moments, she would look up and, if she was lucky enough to see a shooting star, she would close her eyes and make a silent prayer.