☆ | “…” It keeps coming back to her. Although the days were put in its paste, it still eats her inside. ‘It’s all behind us’, they say. ‘Nothing like that would ever happen again’. If that’s the case, then why does Yuzu feel this uneasy? His voice snapped her out from her thoughts, and she grips the blanket tightly. Her red eyes were still open, and she didn’t drift off one bit. She breaks the silence, her bangs slowly falling to one side of her face.
“…Y-Yeah,” Yuzu answers, softly. “…I can’t sleep.”
Can’t sleep, huh...? He understands the feeling all too well, even if the cause behind his inability to drift off might be a bit different. He knows what it’s like to lie awake, too distracted and too afraid to close his eyes for fear of what he might see--what feelings of dread might carry over into his dreams.
So he turns to a practice he’s adopted more and more as of late, on nights Naoya stays up especially late.
“... Do you want to talk for a little while? It can be about anything you want--what you did over the weekend, what’s been happening at school...whatever comes to mind.”
