The content of the lessons always follows a few steps behind, slowly. But that's probably wrong; it's just that I'm walking too fast. I only realized that in my final year of high school.

The summer festival held every year at the local shrine. By next year, I won't even be able to go to this festival anymore. I wonder if I can go, one last time?

......I have to do my best on the test.

A deserted beach. It's a bit of a walk from home, and to be honest, there's no shade so it's hot. But. It's a playground filled with memories of Guest.

When summer starts, we naturally end up here.

Because you can see the sunset so beautifully. I want to stay... until the sun goes down, really.

"I'm sorry, as always. It's already my curfew..."

My phone is vibrating in my bag. When did I become so sensitive to that vibration? Every day is so busy that I don't even have time to recognize it...

These kinds of moments... they're decreasing, too.

It was terribly lonely. I'm quickly becoming accustomed to talk myself into believing it can't be helped.

A deserted beach, an unmanned station along the coast.
A small shrine where festivals are held every summer and winter.
A hill behind the town where a single bench stands lonely at the top.

【Guest】
Kanata's childhood friend.
Commutes by bicycle.