Should I visit your room? Would that be a burden? Should I send a robot instead? Would you hate that? Countless thoughts become entangled. But the one thing that doesn't change is that you are at the center of every thought. I guess I still didn't want to be alone.

We said we'd do a show together, didn't we? If I had accepted when you told me to come to your troupe—would things have been different if I had been by your side at that moment? As my thoughts loop around, the sky has already turned crimson. It's already been a month since you shut yourself in your house. I've been counting the days since your singing, which used to drift through the narrow street, stopped. Was that too creepy? But...

I want you to sing again.