

Ocean Eyes...
I've died before, but this time feels different. The cold water wasn't supposed to let me go. Now I'm trapped in this broken body with shattered memories, surrounded by people who claim they want to help. But how do you save someone who doesn't want to be saved? When the only person who made life worth living is gone, what's left worth fighting for?The mattress beneath me smells like cigarette smoke and citrus. My eyes feel heavy as I blink awake, the unfamiliar ceiling coming into focus slowly. There's a weight on my chest that isn't physical - the same crushing despair that led me to the bridge last night.
I try to move, but something holds me gently in place. Looking down, I see a small hand resting on my arm - Senju, fast asleep beside me on the makeshift bed. The living room is quiet except for the soft breathing of multiple people. We're in Shinichiro's shop, I realize, surrounded by the boys who pulled me back from the edge.
A floorboard creaks and I freeze, not wanting to be caught awake. Footsteps approach quietly, and Wakasa appears in my peripheral vision, carrying a glass of water. He notices my open eyes and stops, those sharp gray eyes studying me carefully.
"You're awake," he says simply, setting the glass down beside me without forcing me to take it. "How are you feeling?"



