His knuckles turned white as he looked down at the water rushing at him, before flowing under his feet.
“Baby, what is it–?”
The feel of her hand on his wrist freaked him out, as he pulled him arm roughly from hers.
He felt immediately guilty. “Sorry,” he said hoarsely. “I… back when that tsunami hit Japan… that was before you met me, but… it still haunts me.”
“Why were you in Japan?”
“I w–” He sighed. He was afraid to say it. Why? If he couldn’t tell her…
“I went there to meet someone. A lady named Kaoko.” He breathed. He didn’t really wanna go further than that, just let the rest of it speak for itself.
But she nudged him on.
“Kaoko was a reporter. I was one of her sources. But I also had my own interest in her. I was fascinated by Japan, and she was very open to me. Many Japanese are willing to tell you about their country, but she was willing to take me into her life, into her past… We talked for hours…”
“Was she your girlfriend?”
“No, it never got that far. She was killed… when it hit. And I survived.”