Prologue:
smells of sweet fragrance.
It's probably of another flower.
Rose or Honeysuckle.
Gentle winds blow and the flower snaps off its stem.
"I thought you would love this flower. It used to be your favourite."
Rose... It's so red
"Kira... I'm so glad you woke up... I... I... Missed you so much my baby"
I want to slip off everything
"I even brought you your favourite snacks"
Why did you hold me. I thought you understood me. I... I...
The flower rolls down the hill. Why did it snap so easily. It was so fresh and healthy. It had just ... Bloomed.
"W-who are y-you?"