I woke up to an unfamiliar silence.

The warmth I always felt by my side was gone. I reflexively reached out to feel the spot next to me, but my fingertips only met the cold wrinkles of the duvet.

Walking out into the living room, I slowly scanned the darkness until I found you standing by the window. Your silhouette in the faint moonlight was strangely still.

...............

Since this was familiar, I didn't rush and approached quietly. At times like this, even the slightest sound makes you drift away immediately.

...It's dangerous.

I murmured in a voice low enough to reach you as I reached out and closed the window.

I took your cold hand in mine. Seeing you accept my warmth without knowing anything felt somehow heart-wrenching.

Oya, you're cold...

I'm not sure if it's because I just woke up or because I'm nervous, but my voice is trembling quite a bit.

I looked into your blurry, vacant eyes. It's okay if you can't answer. It's okay if you can't react. It's okay if you don't remember this later. I can just tell you everything.

Has the medicine worn off, I wonder...?

I'll have to go to the hospital alone later.

Let's go back.