Things which stores Memories

Sindorim Station at 8 am.

The subway had arrived and people were starting to line up. A man who had a black hat on, ran towards the elevator while pushing away the people who were blocking his path.

“I’m sorry! I’m really sorry!”

As he was making his way to the top by using the escalator, he ended up grabbing onto the handle after he was pushed by a man, and at that moment…

<What should I eat for lunch?>

<The senior manager is gonna eat my ear for being late.>

<I’ll have to place another order today.>

<I’m still not fully awake.>

<Ah… Should I say that I have a headache and head back home?>

<Will it get late if I go to the bathroom?>

Since when did such an ability come into play?

I don’t know. 

Ever since my childhood.

Slightly reaching out my right hand, I held onto the hem of a dress that the nearby woman was wearing.

<Is it pretty?>

<Why is it so expensive? I shouldn’t scream!>

<It is not about the money! Should I just try it on?>

<It says six months interest-free, right?>

These are the thoughts of the woman when she first encountered the dress.

Thanks to that, the countless voices which were ringing in my ear stopped. Being at peace, I slot my hand back into my pant pocket.