"Ring-Ring" My alarm clock rang. I turned and felt for him. When I found it, I checked the time briefly and put it to one side again. My eyelids fell shut. In the end I got up and got ready. I went down for breakfast and made my way to college. I stopped in front of the Sakurada Dori. “I am not allowed to see him again. He would just stop me anyway. ", I mumbled. Then I walked a few blocks and went to the university by a different route. Actually I was running, I was running as fast as I could, I had to get there before Ace.
When I arrived I headed for the secretariat. The woman there received me kindly. She was a bit fat, short and had glasses on. The name Ms. Gollma was on her label. "I would like to deregister from this university."
"You want to log off?", She looked questioningly. "Can you tell me why?" Now she smiled. "I'm going to move.", My voice sounded loud and convincing. "Ah yes, well, I understand." "Thank you very much." I turned around and left the office. Sighing, I noticed that Ace had to go through this corridor to get into his room and I hurried back home.
At the school gate I saw Ace who looked utterly distraught and sad. The tears came to me, I would certainly miss him more than anything else. But there was no other way.
At a safe distance, I passed him and ran home. "Goodbye." I would have liked to say.

I packed all sorts of things in my bag. A flashlight, some clothes, money, my cell phone and the charging cable, food, especially food, a few photos and a few other things.
Then I tore a page out of my pad and wrote a letter to my "parents":
Dear Jonathan, love of Christ,
I will never forget the day you found and saved me. I still thank you from the bottom of my heart today that you have taken me in with you. But I want to know who I actually am and I won't find any answers here, so I'm looking for my past. Please don't be angry with me, I will manage it and if I have made it, I'll come back. You can be sure of that. I love you.
See you soon, your little Aiko.

The letter was short but I thought it was special. You didn't need many words to describe what you felt, you just needed the right ones. I put the letter on the kitchen table, looked around again, and smiled. How I would miss it all Then I went out and began the journey to my past.