At night, the curtain fabric sways gently by the window.
Occasionally, bits of moonlight sneak through the crevices of the window corner.
"Sakura, what happened to Sanshiro later?"
Uesugi Sakura looked at Hanamaru Hanabi lying on the bed beside him, her head resting on the belly of a shark plush toy.
Her hair lay quietly in front of him, just a reach away.
Under the spilled bright silver moonlight, she was incredibly beautiful.
He continued to speak:
"The story ended abruptly; Mr. Natsume didn't write about Sanshiro's future, only his desolate murmurs after losing Miyako.
"Just as Risaki Miyako, whom he admired, said: 'The lost sheep is still wandering the road.'"
Uesugi Sakura twirled her hair with his fingers, gazing at it, as her body always carried a calming fragrance.
