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It had been two years since I was last in my room. The last time I had looked at the walls, the posters of action movies and anime still covered them. At that time, I was a high school student who spent most of his free time studying for college entrance exams, so it didn't bother me as much as it might now. But as high school graduation approached slowly and summer break started to approach faster, the urge to reminisce got stronger and stronger. I pulled down one of those posters from my old room and put it back up on the wall. Then I stared at it and thought about the past. Then I took it down and put in my closet. But this is not a story about how I cleaned up my room. This is a story about my last summer vacation before college, which was also when I visited my family in my hometown for the first time in two years. So when I got off the train at the station, what greeted me was... I had to admit, though—the town did put on a good show for its visitors. The streets looked clean, there were nice-looking buildings everywhere, and there were even people who tried to look cute occasionally. (And when I say occasionally, I mean like once in a blue moon.) The main attraction, though, was the ocean that you could see from pretty much any point in town. It was a sea that boasted a really clean beach and clear water. I walked down the street and took in the sights and smells of my hometown. And then I spotted someone who looked just like me—a young man around my age with short hair, wearing shorts and a shirt. He wore sunglasses despite it still being morning, which meant he was either cool or looking for attention. It was me, two years ago. But it wasn't me now because... "H-hi..." This is the beginning of a story familiar to any reader. I'm not talking about the beginning of this story, though—I'm talking about the beginning of my life in this town. It's obvious why it's common to start a fictional story with the protagonist meeting someone who looks just like him—it's supposed to convey that there are people who look just like us out there, so perhaps you have your own "other me". But it just so happens that I don't quite see things that way and, more important, I can't see things from anyone else's perspective. "Yes, hi." Now I was getting a little nervous. A few people walking by looked over and then looked away. It seemed like he had been waiting for me; we were both on our way to the train station to go visit my uncle who lived in the countryside, and we had arranged to get on the same train there. "So... What's up?" I asked. "... Ah, right. It's been a while, hasn't it?" he replied with a smile that said " I am your future self—welcome back." His smile was more of an embarrassing smirk than anything else, but it did seem like he was trying to avoid looking arrogant or funny. cfa1e77820
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