A place with merely one person living in it could only be called a place to live.
Only a residence with two people living in it was a true home.
Shika had arrived at her new home.
The rooms were pretty much what she imagined, and it was only natural that there wasn’t very much furniture. Even the few pieces of furniture were showing their age… but that wasn’t important.
The wondrous part was that even though this was Shika’s first time here, she felt more attached to this apartment than the place she had lived in for so long before by herself.
Was this a special feeling that only an older apartment possessed?
That seemed possible, but Shika preferred to believe that it was because of the boy in front of her.
