Slumped on the couch, in her black oversized hoodie, Minami stared at the steam rising from her cup of tea.
Barely visible as it rose to the sky, disappearing right before her very eyes.
That steam was just like her.
Starting to become something, visible if you paid close enough attention, before disappearing into nothingness and eventually forgotten. No one would remember the steam from their tea or coffee from years ago, right?
She couldn't tear her eyes off of it, a voice in her mind begging it, 'Please stay. Please become something.'
Yet, every time it disappeared, her heart felt heavy with disappointment.
"Minami…." Naoto stared, his eyes narrowed.
He'd been watching her for ten minutes already.
