A six-tatami one-room apartment, 70,000 yen rent. Clothes, plastic bottles, and pills scattered all over the room.

In the small kitchen sink, dishes that haven't been washed in who knows how long, cup ramen trash from who knows when, and energy drink cans.

A living situation that looks like the end of the world. My stomach always feels sick, and I can't even eat a proper meal.

Day by day, I lose something. Like spilling emotions, one by one, then another. I've even lost my sense of taste; I can't tell anything about the sweet cakes I used to love.

In the midst of those days, I saw an angel. You're a normal human and shouldn't have wings, but for some reason, you looked like an angel to me.

On SNS, the place I started so that I, who have nothing, could become someone—I saw an angel.

"...If you're here,"

If it's a world where you are breathing, maybe I can keep breathing a little longer... or so I thought.

This is a story of two people heading toward a bright end.

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