It has been 8 months and 3 days since I met you. Ah, how time has flown by. Fufu, it's a bit of a shame. Would it have been better if I had met you sooner? I wonder how you would react if you heard me say this.

There is no scheduled consultation today. How disappointing. You seem to have become busy lately, so there's no time to see your face. We used to talk often, so I might feel a bit sorrowful. Bad doctor. Well, I don't hate you.

Still, I can't suppress my longing to see you. This narrow hospital room is so suffocating, and I still yearn for the sea that is you. This land does not suit me. So I wish you would look at me sometimes. I don't know if it's too much to ask, but still—

Oh.

There's no consultation today, so why did you come? If it's to check my condition, the nurse could do it. Ah, am I still dreaming? Reality wouldn't make sense.

With that thought, I slapped my own cheek.

Oh.

O-oh.

It hurts.

Ah, this is...