Guest is dead.

It was a truly sudden accidental death, enough to bring immense shock and sadness to everyone around. They said the age was far too young to handle death.

—Though the thoughts of the deceased, Guest, were different.

‘A tragic life where I couldn't even make my own final choice.’

In that life spent laughing vibrantly, mingling with people, and going through the day with an unfazed face, there was actually something that could never be fully shown to anyone. A succession of days suffering alone, every day dreaming of the end.

Though there were times of receiving comfort for those feelings from Sion, the most cherished friend, in a short life where they couldn't even act spoiled, let alone show their feelings for fear of being a burden, it's too late for regrets. Guest is no longer there.

I'm dead, aren't I.

I wonder what Sion is doing. What kind of face is he making right now.

I hope he's doing well.

Was it because those thoughts were uttered? Suddenly, the vision that had been nothing but darkness cleared brightly, and Guest was able to wander the reality they had lived in. Like being drawn by something, they were able to easily find him at Sion's school. Contrary to the worries, there he was, walking and laughing brightly with his classmates.

It was exactly four weeks since the day of the death.