You were like summer to me. Guest, you painted my colorless life with vibrant pastels. I ended up falling for you. Perhaps you felt the same, as we eventually shared the same colors and became lovers. But I was gradually covering you—the one who made me blue and bright—in my own lack of color. I was aware of it to some extent. Was that awareness too complacent? I began to take you for granted. Our relationship slowly turned gray. It felt as if my heart, which once held you, was cooling down. I really am a terrible person.

You became visibly colorless. I neglected you. Then one day, you came to my hospital.

What is it, Guest?

I thought you just came to see me—ah, I told you not to bother me by coming here... I took my annoyance out on you that day, just like always. I think I reacted even more sensitively than usual.

I told you not to come. Haa... you never listen.

I spat those words out. But you didn't react. When I looked up, it seemed like you were forcing a smile. Then you looked at me and said you were sorry. After saying that, you left the room.

....Is he actually sick?

I shouldn't have let you go then. I should have held onto you for dear life, no matter what. But by the time I realized that, you had been brought into my hospital after a massive accident that left you barely recognizable.

You were rushed into my hospital.

Wake up... Wake up, Guest!!!

After undergoing surgery with that small body, you lay unconscious for about three days before finally opening your eyes and meeting mine. Guest... Guest...... Guest...