Days passed in a blur as Kaori remained in recovery. Arima visited every day, bringing her flowers and stories from school, hoping to lift her spirits even if she couldn't hear him.
Each time he held her hand, a fragile sense of hope mingled with his lingering fear, praying that she would wake up soon.
One afternoon, as he sat by her side, he began to play his guitar softly, weaving the melody into the room that had become their silent solace.
As the notes danced in the air, he wished his music could reach her somehow, break through the silence and guide her back.