The wind blew past, bringing along many falling cherry blossoms.
Everything seemed hazy and unclear. Things seemed beautiful, yet unreal.
As if she was dreaming.
'No, I am probably dreaming.'
Chiaki had this faint realization.
She felt very comfortable here, and didn't want to continue thinking about it. She wanted to quietly enjoy this ethereal beauty as if she was a kitty cat sleeping under the warm sunlight.
A figure appeared in her field of vision. There was the sound of laughter and someone talking. A certain person was calling out her name. His voice sounded quite gentle and loving.
She knew that voice. It was extremely familiar to her. It was ———'s voice.
'…Who is ———?'
'Idiot, ——— is ———.'
'He's so familiar and important to me. I love him. …Who was he again?
'Why can't I remember?
'It should be quite easy for me to remember. I definitely shouldn't forget his name. Yet, I can't recall it.
