The rain hadn't stopped even after the noon changed to the early evening. The liveliness of the city was toned down by the continuous rain that was ushering in summer.
Inside a high-rise condominium unit, a man was quietly sitting on the edge of a bed, looking down at the pale face of a woman.
Kazuya raised up his hand. His action was gentle as he stroked Himari's hair. She was lying on the bed, sleeping deeply.
Even when she was sleeping, her forehead continued to crease, showing how uneasy she was.
"I was supposed to be a mother if not... for losing my child."
"Three years ago, I miscarried. It's... it's his child but... I wanted the child because it's my blood... not because of him... I just... That child, I lost him... I lost him even before I could hold him... I'm not..."
"Really... it's not because I wanted to get back to him... the child was my blood, my blood... like my mother with me... I'm not..."
