Machiawase
まちあわせ
A young woman waits at a train station, her gaze fixed on the platform. She checks her phone, then looks up again, scanning the crowd. The routine is familiar, yet each passing moment carries a quiet weight. She is not alone; others wait too, each lost in their own thoughts, their own reasons for being there.
The encounter that follows is brief, almost accidental. A man approaches, and they share a few words. The conversation is mundane, but the silence between them speaks volumes. As the train arrives and departs, the connection they make lingers, a fleeting moment that changes nothing and everything.
