Rina moved to Kyoto. She sends Erito a postcard once—a print of a crow on a telephone wire, no return address. On the back, in her handwriting: Some colors don’t mix. They just make mud.
Kaito. His best friend. The man who’d lent him rent money when his freelance design gig dried up. The man who’d held his hair back when he’d drunk too much at the office party. And now, the man whose girlfriend was standing barefoot in a thin sweatshirt, offering him a beer. Erito - Rina Kawamura - Best friend-s girlfrien...
“And yet?” Erito’s voice was a whisper. Rina moved to Kyoto