It was sundown, her vision cast in a hazy orange tint, when Akira awoke to find herself in the bed back at her dorm.
Feeling a warm body, paired with the smooth touch of bare skin from another's arm pressed against hers, Akira turned onto her side and instantly smiled at how cute Kiki looked, sleeping peacefully, there next to her. Her mouth, hanging wide open. Her lovely jaw-length waves of dark hair, falling at the sides of her face. A soft, contented expression lacking the quivering anxiety she constantly exhibited while awake.
Akira smiled, in wonder at how cute she looked. How blessed she was to have someone so precious in her life.
"You haven't been sleeping well lately."
It wasn't Kiki's voice, but Kanna's.
She was kneeling by the bedside at Akira's back with squinting eyes, her brow knit with worry.
Akira sighed, facing the ceiling.
"He died so fast. Right in front of me."
