Ahmed cares for Misaki(part15)

She slowly opened her eyes, as if emerging from a heavy dream or a vortex of pain she didn't want to end. (15)

The soft light streaming in from a small window, and the white curtains gently swaying with the evening breeze,

This was not the school ceiling... nor the harsh cold that had gripped her heart in the back corner.

Her first breaths were trembling, and her voice barely came out:

Misaki (faintly):

"Where... am I?"

But that voice, despite its weakness, reached Ahmed's heart with force.

He quickly turned his head towards her, his eyes alert, carrying a mixture of worry and relief,

Like someone who feared she would never wake up.

Ahmed (in Japanese, with a reassuring smile):

"Don't worry... You're safe. This is my home. You fainted at school, and I couldn't leave you there."

She looked at him, her eyes still trying to comprehend what was happening,

But the features of his face, and the way he sat beside her,

Were enough to give her a strange feeling... a feeling of reassurance.

She tried to get up, but he motioned gently with his hand:

Ahmed:

"Rest... no need to get up now. Do you feel better?"

She nodded slightly, as if acknowledging it without words.

Then she looked at the damp cloth in his hand,

And the small cup on the table in front of her,

As if she began to realize that this strange young man...

Had saved her, not just her body, but a soul that was drowning.

Silence filled the room for a moment,

A silence similar to what had been between them on the school rooftop,

But this time it was warmer, and closer to the heart.