In Kaori's POV.
When I wake up, the room is dim, bathed in the soft glow of the evening sky filtering through the curtains. The faint orange and purple hues blend with the lingering warmth of my blanket, wrapping the room in a gentle haze.
My body feels sluggish, my head a little heavy, but the fever—I can tell it's gone down.
For a moment, I just lie there, staring at the ceiling, listening to the muffled sounds of the world outside. The distant hum of passing cars. The occasional rustling of wind against the windows. The rhythmic ticking of the clock on my nightstand.
And then—
I remember.
Yuto was here.
My fingers instinctively curl around the fabric of my blanket, brushing against the warmth he left behind. It's such a small, insignificant thing—yet my heart stumbles for just a second.
I remember his voice, low and steady, telling me to sleep.