Chapter 3: 1.2

Evening arrived. As promised, I headed to the restaurant where I was supposed to meet Towa, which was in the Red Brick Warehouse. It wouldn’t be good to arrive at the restaurant too early, so I ended up coming just 5 minutes before we were supposed to meet.

“Please take a seat and wait here.”
I was guided by the staff member to a seat under a Northern-European style chandelier. He poured me lemon-flavored water. Looking around, I found a bunch of couples. This place had a sickeningly sweet and luxurious atmosphere.
(So “Towa” hasn’t arrived yet)
At some point, I realized that my throat had gone dry from nervousness, making me feel thirsty. I mean of course I would be nervous. I’m meeting the person who I’m destined to spend the rest of my life with today. It would be strange if I wasn’t nervous. As I tried to forcibly suppress my thumping heart, I gulped down water and continued to watch the shop’s entrance…..—The door opened.
“!”
The person that appeared was a “”refined”” woman. She looked like she was in her late fifties. She  moved dexterously in her high heels, skillfully keeping her fleshy, dugong-like body upright, even as it swayed when she moved.

[TLN: Not a compliment: https://i.natgeofe.com/n/2feb69a9-c36b-47b8-a66d-d88715e5139d/dugong_16x9.jpg%5D
(Let’s love each other for the rest of our lives)
I vowed that to myself. While she certainly is a lot older than I was expecting, true love isn’t trivial enough to be stopped by age. And, while she does have a slightly unhealthy figure, all we have to do is do our best at exercising so that we can live long lives together.
“Nice to meet you, I am Midou Da….”
“Guest, please come over here.”
The staff member moved past my seat, and the woman with the dugong-like body was brought to the back of the restaurant.
(So it wasn’t that person!)

The relief that I felt in that moment made me feel a bit shocked at my smallmindedness.　
“—Are you ‘Midou Daigo?’” Someone spoke to me. The voice possessed a quiet beauty that reminded me of the first snow of winter; It seemed like it would melt any second if I stopped paying attention to it. 

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I turned around, finding a girl with skin as white as snow. An albino maiden with red eyes. In that instant, I thought ‘So that’s why she didn’t want to meet me a single time.’ –A fragile girl that looks like she would break if you even just barely touched her. As her pure white hair swayed, she looked straight at me.
“Ye-, yeah. I’m Midou Daigo. Nice to meet you.”
‘Nice to meet you’ ? ‘Nice to meet you’ feels like a very stupid first thing to say. I should’ve said something more clever. I realized that, but, in my head, I was only drawing blanks.
(I mean, you normally wouldn’t expect someone so pretty to come.)

Is this person really my wife? She’s my destined girlfriend? Is it actually someone this pretty?
With movements more clumsy and awkward than a tin soldier’s, I extended my hand to “Towa.” Wait, what am I doing? Is shaking hands in this situation normal? I was completely at wit’s end.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, nice to meet you.”
She looked a little startled, but she returned the handshake, grasping my palm.
(What small, cold hands)
Huh? This is strange. I feel like I know this sensation. Why? Why do I feel like I’ve held this hand before?
(Have I met this girl somewhere before?)

But there’s no way I could’ve forgotten meeting a girl who stands out as much as this.
—Suddenly, I felt like I heard the sound of a bell ringing.Though I was fairly certain that it was my imagination, the ringing of the bell was accompanied by an awfully real sensation. At the same time, I felt the world distort, as if some great gravitational force was warping it apart. A thought unnaturally emerged in my mind. But the thoughts didn’t feel strange or intrusive. If anything, the thoughts that had been injected into my brain felt like they were there from the start.
These thoughts were memories. To be specific, my memories. Memories from long, long ago. Those memories had just entered me.
(Her small hands. I just couldn’t let go of them)

[TLN: Tbh I’ve had this done for a while(it was only a third of what I wanted to actually release as part 2, so that’s why I didn’t release it). Reason I decided to post this now is cuz apparently this series got axed despite its popularity. I don’t really feel like translating something without a proper ending, so I’m going to be dropping this series. If anyone wants to translate it, feel free.]

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