The body swayed, lungs panting rapidly; in the final moment of exhaustion and powerlessness, it seemed as if someone embraced me, the feeling of leaning on an arm was steadily profound.
The breeze of the sunset blew across the face, Hanamaru Hanabi's eyebrows twitched, she slowly opened her eyes, dazedly waiting for her brain to process the messages received by her eyes.
A whitewashed ceiling, surrounded by soft blue-green drapes, she lay on a small bed, her consciousness still lingering in the moment of falling toward the ground.
After fainting, time seemed to have disappeared because the consciousness of the brain was completely lost—no dreams, no thoughts—the memory just lingered on that final moment of closing her eyes.
She had just woken up, feeling bewildered.
Remembering the last image of being embraced, the blue-grey sky turning black, her small hand instinctively reached out.
There was nothing, no final sense of stability holding her hand.
