Love Letter (Letters of Love) (ラブレター)

It is already 2 years

since our son, Itsuki, passed away.

To see you all who had extended

warmth and kindness to him at this memorial service

should surely make Itsuki happy.

Everybody, Please help yourself.

Sweet wine.

Wow, this is great.

Frankly, I prefer something dry,

Hey, Yasuyo,

Didn't we bring any sake with us?

You can drink your fill later,

Come on, It's his memorial.

Hiroko.

Akiba and the gang said

sorry they couldn't attend.

I see.

They're repenting at home.

Repenting at home?

They still feel guilty about it.

Akiba quit mountain climbing since that incident.

For them

Itsuki's death is not an event of the far past.

Would all of you gather?

The famed photographer is here.

Well... tonight...

Akiba and the gang plan to secretly visit the grave.

Hiroko, would you mind

dropping her in front of our house?

She seems to have a headache,

Don't push me around like this.

You're Hiroko, aren't you?

Already drunk?

He's hopeless.

He drank the whole bottle of sake by himself.

Hiroko.

Please forgive him, Hiroko.

Must be straining for him.

He's just acting busy.

The drinking party will go on all night long.

Looking forward to the party, but thinks he shouldn't show it.

After all, the death anniversary

is an excuse to drink one's fill.

Mrs. Fujii, how's your headache?

Oh, that? I was just faking it.

What?

You're all so full of schemes.

Well, I'm not hurting anybody.

Akiba and the gang are scheming something, too.

You don't come see us anymore.

Visiting us won't hurt.

I'm sorry.

I started displaying them, but...

I had to prepare for today.

I only got half way through.

We keep the room closed recently.

Sorry for the dust.

Hiroko.

Would you like to see this?

The junior high yearbook.

You lived in Otaru?

Yes.

Where about in Otaru?

The house...

It's no longer there.

They built a highway over it.

That's too bad,

Look here.

It's him.

He transferred before graduation.

He had the resemblance.

Seeing this picture now

his existence seems obscure.

Would you like some cake?

Ah... no, thanks.

It's from Comme Chinois.

In that case..

Fujii Itsuki...

Fujii Itsuki...

Fujii Itsuki...

Found it.

2- 24, ZENIBAKO, OTARU CITY

What's the big secret?

Akiba and the gang...

They're planning an ambush tonight,

An ambush?

They'll secretly visit the grave,

Then Itsuki'll be busy tonight.

What's the matter, Itsuki?

Aren't you going to work?

I have a cold.

The cold this year is persistent.

Like someone I know.

By the way, I have tickets for a movie.

Let's go see it. How about Saturday?

No.

How about Sunday?

It's freezing.

You can't always be busy, Itsuki?

I am.

Itsuki... Itsuki.

The letter.

Itsuki.

Itsuki, the letter.

Itsuki.

What?

This... you dropped this.

A love letter?

Itsuki.

Itsuki, how about next week?

Wa-ta -na -be Hi-ro-ko?

Who could it be?

"Dear Fujii Itsuki, How are you?"

"I'm very well. - -Watanabe Hiroko"

What the hell is this?

Who is it from?

Letter of Misery?

It doesn't seem to be that.

Grandpa, dinner's ready.

Ms. Watanabe in Kobe...,

Isn't she your acquaintance?

Ms. Watanabe?

Look at it.

Must be someone you know.

No, I don't know her. I'm definite.

Watanabe Hiroko..., This is really weird.

Isn't it weird, grandpa?

Let me,

I don't know anyone in Kobe.

How would I know.

Didn't you see a doctor?

It's not that serious.

Those pills're only for slight colds,

Then you'll go to work tomorrow?

If not, go to the hospital.

Itsuki, let me see the letter.

Rather work like a slave

than go to the hospital.

The girl who got married recently.

Different last name now.

I knew it.

She got married and became... Mrs. Endo.

Gleeeenek.

What?

Kleenex,

Watanabe Hiroko...

My God... this is aggravating.

DEAR WATANABE HIROKO

"Dear Watanabe Hiroko,"

"I'm basically fine but I now have a cold."

"Dear Fujii Itsuki,"

"How is your cold?"

"Try these pills and get well soon."

"- -Watanabe Hiroko"

It's pretty bad,

My love runs on the south wind,

Goodbye, Mr. Akiba.

Take care.

Goodbye, Ms. Watanabe.

How was it?

The memorial service.

Well, it turned out pretty well...

Pretty well?

Pretty well is

pretty well.

Something good happened?

I can see it in your face.

Really?

What?

What is it? You tell me.

When I went to his house

his mother showed me his yearbook.

His yearbook?

His junior high's

when he lived in Otaru.

There was a list of addresses

at the end of the book.

I found his address there.

I'm sure there was.

His house is no longer there.

A highway runs over it now.

Which means that address doesn't exist anymore.

Right?

I guess so.

Guess what? I wrote a letter and mailed it to that address.

I addressed it to him.

What for?

The letter won't get there.

That's why I mailed it.

It's a letter to Heaven.

You're really full of surprises.

But... guess what happened?

I got a reply.

From Heaven?

You must be kidding.

"Dear Watanabe Hiroko, I'm basically fine., ."

Isn't this strange?

"But I now have a cold. - Fujii Itsuki"

This must be a bad joke.

It could be...