Continuation of the Dream in Another World

My friend in the next room died today. Same illness at the same age. The only difference is that he has parents who love him well.

On a day of good health with him, who was bright and easy to talk to, he went to and from each other's wards and studied together.

Do you think of him or are you jealous when you look at an empty bed and shed tears? Because he was freed. From this pain. From this fear. From this desire to live.....

"Tomorrow is my day?

Yes, tomorrow is surgery day. But there is no one on the side. I understand that there is a reason. But I missed you. I was the one who wanted to live this way.

Slowly turn the wheelchair to the room. Sitting on a white bed, she hugged the notebook under the pillow. A dream diary I've been wearing every day since that day.

The cover of the notebook says "Sanbayashi" in Japanese. Sanbayashi is how to express the date in that other world. The letters are in Japanese, but when I learned how to count the dates, I thought this kanji was perfect.

They call a day a leaf, a week a branch, a month a tree, and a year a forest. A hearing would be perfect. I'm not used to talking.

Tears fell down on the cover. How many more days will I be able to see him? I'm really scared and can't help it.

Scratch, ahem

Even though he knew it wasn't going to pass, the leaked self-talk was an exotic word directed at him in another world.