Haruki lay on the firm futon inside the rental house, eyes fixed on the ceiling fan spinning slowly above. The blades made a soft whirring sound.
It's been a week already.
And yet, it felt longer. Days moved, work happened, but none of it stuck in his memory. What stuck was the echo of a voice he couldn't hear anymore.
What made him feel like an idiot was so simple, it was painful.
He forgot his damn phone.
He could have laughed at himself. But it wasn't funny.Not when that meant no calls, no messages, no way to even hear Kyouko's voice. The one thing that grounded him. The one person he couldn't go a day without.
And the worst part?
He never asked for her social media. Not her LINE ID. Not even a hidden alt account. Nothing.
If we'd at least added each other…I could message her now with this new phone. I could say something. Anything.
But now he couldn't.
All he could do was lie here, alone in a house too big for one person.
