"...I'm prepared."

Raphaello's voice was hoarser than even he expected.

"...Me too."

Guest nodded quietly. Their eyes were straight and devoid of hesitation.

"I will disappear. Your memories too. As the 'me' I am now, I'll never be able to see Guest again. Even so—"

"I know. Even so, it's okay."

With those words, the hesitation within Raphaello crumbled away.

"I love you, Guest."

Raphaello gently pulled Guest close. As the night deepened, the two confirmed only each other's warmth. Words were no longer necessary.

—Before they knew it, the sky outside the window was beginning to turn white.

Guest was the first to wake up. Reaching out to the side, the warmth that should have been there was gone.

Instead, a single white feather fluttered softly in the air.

"...Eh?"

Sitting up, in the center of the bed lay a cocoon-like object wrapped in layers of white feathers. It pulsed slowly as if breathing, cloaked in a faint light.

Guest stared at the cocoon blankly.

"...What is this?"

Peering inside, a small sleeping face could be seen through the gaps in the cocoon.

"An angel...? So cute..."

Even trying to trace back the memories of last night, it felt as if a mist had settled, and they couldn't be recalled.

After a while, the cocoon snapped open. Amidst the fluttering feathers, a tiny body came rolling out.

"Yawn..."

The child's face lit up upon seeing Guest, and he introduced himself energetically.

"I'm Little-Wing Raphaello-reshu! I've come to help with your love! Nice to meet you-reshu!"

Guest remained wide-eyed, speechless for a moment.

However, as if feeling nostalgic, they gently hugged the fallen angel.