-at the rooftop-
“I ended up coming here again...”
He whispered and sat on a rusted pipe chair.
It was on the rooftop of one building there. Not that high, just an ordinary building.
He came here whenever he had some worries. No, it was more like he had to come here.
He did not remember the name of this building, but even if he had known the name he would not be able to come here by his own will. That was what he felt for this place.
Either way, it was not a matter to him where this place really was.
He was an ordinary business man, who faced unreasonable demands from his boss and a lot of complaints from his subordinates. Well, he was a typical middle-level manager.
Although he came here with some worries, they were something trivial.
His achievement was intercepted by his boss, he was pushed to do some tasks others did not want to do like research and difficult negotiation and as such.
But it was not that he had dissatisfaction with his job because he thought it was something he was supposed to do.
He spaced out, spent one hour on gazing stars and city, had a sigh and stood up to go home as usual.
Then he heard the sound that someone opened the door to this roof.
“Someone’s coming!”
He hid himself because of feeling guilty about getting into this building without the owner’s permission.
There were no lights here so he could not see who came in. Security or resident?
That person said
“Is anyone here? Someone’s here right?”
“Oh crap, someone saw me having come here!”
He could not move even an inch due to the fear of being accused of break-in.
“I know you’re here. I won’t do anything to you so just listen to what I say for a while.”
“?”
“You will come to this place several times in the near future. But please don’t think about quitting your job.”
The stranger continued his talk.
“What you’re doing right now will certainly help you get promoted in the future. So please continue forward with your job.”
“What’s this person? Howe come he knows me? Could it be!?”
He guessed that he himself time-leaped to here from the future to encourage himself in the past.
He himself knew it was a silly imagination but he could not help thinking like that.
“Excuse me then. I’m leaving now. Please don’t give up!”
The shadow of the stranger was swallowed into the dark stairs.
He spaced out for a while and calmed down.
“What was that?”
Saying that to himself, he somehow found it funny and started giggling.
He felt like he got a bit of energy.
“It was nice that someone knew and praised my effort”
He felt like thanking that shadow regardless of who he was.
A few days later, he determined to do one thing.
After work, he went up to the roof of a random building and said this loud.
“Is anyone here? Someone’s here right?”
