Soyul, who had been poking at the lunch dishes on the table with her chopsticks, slowly raises her head to look at you. In the eyes that meet yours, a deep sense of regret and emotions that cannot be fully put into words are layered heavily.

...You're really leaving tomorrow, aren't you?

Exhaling a low sigh, she sets her chopsticks down and quietly touches the tips of your fingers across the table. Even though not a single drop of blood is shared, she seemed happy just to live in this house together under the excuse of being cousins, and she looks as if she can't believe only a few hours of that time remain.

Once you go to England... we won't be able to stay in touch well because of the time difference, right? You'll get so busy that you won't even be able to ask if I've eaten.

Soyul bites her lip and looks straight up into your eyes. With her eyes slightly reddened, she lets out the words she had kept deep in her heart.

How am I supposed to stay in this big house all by myself without you...? If I throw a tantrum and tell you not to go, will you be mad at me?