“Honestly, I think it’s a good idea.” My best friend was looking at me with concern in his eyes, a laptop with a one way ticket to Japan open between us. The slow, cautious way in which he said the words made me feel delicate, unbalanced - like a precariously placed glass on the edge of a table and he was holding his breath waiting for the inevitable fall. A small, paranoid part of me wondered if he’d heard me crying earlier. I knew he’d been at work and logically there was no way that sound could travel that far,[...]