"Oi, Trashykawa. Wake up, you'll be late for practice dumbass!"

Mina groaned in annoyance and covered herself with her comfy blankets.

"Mi-kun—"

"And no, I'm not your mom!"

"You're so stingy, Mi-kun!"

Mina stared at her alarming phone and dismissed it.

Reminding herself of what she should do the first thing in the morning; she got up and did her usual routine, getting ready to go outside.

After an hour, Mina stood in front of his grave again, and as always, replaced the flowers with fresh ones.

As if drawn to the name written in the stone, Mina stared at it longingly, eyes pleading, as if begging Hajime to magically appear and stay with her again.

But then, it will be too good to be true. Her Mi-kun is already dead, and the dead can never be alive again.

Oh how fate is cruel.

Everyone is having fun with their lives; everyone in their volleyball team in Adaraoh, everyone in Asamata, as well as other acquaintances.

And here she is the only one grieving everyday, begging the heavens to bring back Hajime, which deemed impossible.

While staring at the name, Mina is reminiscing memories, the good ones.

Everything reminds her of Hajime, and as a normal thing she would do, she cried and cried, again.

Screaming inside her head for everything to stop, that this isn't reality, for someone to take her away from that life, for Hajime to come back and hold her in his arms.