Early morning.
While the sun was still rising, the late moon woke up.
I had a terrible nostalgic dream.
It's a dream when the late moon is young when we still had a whole family.
My mother was stopping by the late moon, where I had a fever and was off kindergarten. Cold hands felt good stroking his forehead, and the deep moon looked up at his mother's face, coughing with this dust.
The look on my mother's face at the end of her gaze is like hiding in the shadows. Still, the reassurance of being watched wrapped around the deep moon. The deep moon was resisting awakening so as to cling to its warmth.
But consciousness relentlessly drags the deep moon up into reality.
The fragments of the image begin to dissolve in pieces, and the appearance of the young late moon becomes distant in the dream.
The resistance to staying in the mellow was also murky, leaving only a deep sense of loss, and the late-moon self slowly surfaced.
Open your eyes.
An inorganic white ceiling caught my eye.
It's a room on the third floor of the supermarket.
The late moon was wrapped around a wrecked blanket and laying on the couch.
(... ah)
The tears that were accumulating in the orbit spilled out of my eyes.
Awakened consciousness correctly tells the late moon where I am now. In the gap with earlier dreams, the Deep Moon could not move for some time.
"... ha"
Sigh and soak the tears flowing down your temples with your fingertips.
I was just about to wake myself up.
"Khushu"
Sneezing claps drowned my nostrils.
"Wow..."
Plus, a wet towel drips off my forehead.
Look around and look for tissues, but I don't see them. The deep moon hesitated a little before muddling under his nose with that towel. Fold it down and put it on the table.
A glass of water that was by his side entered his eyes, and he took it and drank it all at once. It seemed to stain my whole body with moisture.
"Ugh..."
The blanket was only there, but it seems to be heated, and I don't feel very cold. I sneezed small, but I felt a headache in the late moon.
On the table, besides the glass, there was also itching. I didn't have an appetite yesterday, I only ate one bite. Before that, I was suddenly hungry.
There is a range in the water heating room so cooled itching can also be warmed. He held a dirty towel and a toilet in his hand and left the room.
In the sink of the water heating room, dishes for three people were dipped in water. Rinse them with water while warming the itch in the range. There is no oil stain, so the water was enough. On a cloth towel pulled nearby, stacked in turn.
By the end, my hands were cold with cold water.
"Hekushu"
My nose drips again.
Wash your nose and finish washing your face. Facial lotions and lotions are carried from the bottom. The new towel that was nearby drained the water, and the deep moon took a small breath.
……
The thought that was blurred into the remnants of my dreams becomes clearer and clearer.
I was worried about my brothers, and when I looked, I slept wrapped around a blanket in the corner of the office. Were you not sleeping in the same room as the late moon in order not to catch a cold?
By my side, there were some big books rolling around. It was a large, full-color, natural drawing.
Turn around and you'll find mountain terrain and seasonal vegetation. It was also touched by insects and animals. Most of them are photographs, made easy to read even for children who cannot read difficult kanji.
Probably Yusuke gave it to his younger brothers in their spare time. We both like these drawings. I must have been thrilled with this life with little entertainment.
…………
The deep moon has a complex expression and gently closes the drawings.
(Takemura-san, you're child-friendly...)
Cold for me, but the deep moon sighs. Even after I forgive my body, that attitude hasn't changed much.
I don't want Yusuke to like me, but Deep Moon has never been very cold with others before. Against Yusuke's bumpy attitude, there was a lot of confusion.
Place the drawings and return to the water heating room.
When I returned to the room with the itch in my hand, I saw Yusuke sleeping in a chair. He leaves his body on his back and sleeps with his neck obliquely. You look like you're gonna hurt your neck.
I sleep without a blanket, but I guess it's not cold because it's air-conditioned.
The deep moon approached the couch where he slept, folding the disturbed blanket and laying it aside.
Sit diagonally on a slightly shifted sofa and start eating hot itches. Spoonful, dull, slightly chilled and in the mouth. It was a rusty seven-minute porridge. The hot itch tasted good on an empty stomach.
……
The deep moon swept in silence, feeling the warmth that lingered in his stomach.
…………
Think about the itching in front of you and the wet towel that was on your forehead.
In this way, it was surprising that Yusuke put his hands on me personally.
The selfish, rational, late-moon holds Yusuke in such an image. Based on my previous attitude, even if the late moon caught a cold, I would blanket it and roll it around it, and that would be about it.
I never thought I'd have such worthy care.
However, the pride of the late moon is too hurtful to honestly accept its whimsical kindness.
Late moon and Yusuke are the others in red. Until recently, I couldn't even call it a very friendly relationship. This time it felt like a lot of abrupt kindness, like directed at my family.
As I stared at Yusuke's sleeping face on the chair, blurring about its discomfort, I thought the deep moon was fuzzy.
(... Speaking of which, Takemura-san, you're alone)
There are no survivors but ourselves, he said.
I mean, unlike our own sister and brother, he's always been alone and he's lived this world.
Deep Moon will reconsider that.
If I were in that position.
By taking care of his younger brothers, Deep Moon had managed to realize that he was being kept. If you were left alone in a world like this, it's not weird when it gets dangerous.
I can't stand the late moon with no parents, no friends, no monsters eating people roaming the city, just spending every day without hope of living. The deep moon is not that strong. The world of the late moon was all over that day.
It is the presence of my younger brothers that is pulling away such a critical spot on the verge of death. The late moon was the guardian of the two, but it was also protected the other way around. It's for my brothers, so I can put myself behind me when I'm about to break.
Suppose it doesn't exist like that.
Suppose you lose your family, you're alone, and you have to live this world.
(That's... sassy, tough... I feel...)
I'm sure Yusuke isn't as weak as the late moon.
Still, there must be times when you can't stay calm.
If you think about it, the Deep Moon is not returning what Yusuke gives you. Even lives are saved. I didn't think I was worth it anymore in this world of death smelling.
Still, why Yusuke, who can never be a good man, helps while being cold.
It is.
(You know, we're confusing you... Is that what this is about......)
Somehow, I felt like I had touched various parts of a man named Takemura.
The appearance of sleeping in a chair also seemed to float with fatigue and giving up.
Of course, maybe it's too late moon thinking. When your body is weak, your mind is weakened. I may just be conveniently interpreting Yusuke's whim to myself.
Still, I felt like I had found Yusuke's, humane part, which was a strong and inexplicable being, and Deep Moon didn't want to deny it.
For the first time at this time, Deep Moon may have seen Yusuke reciprocally. I live a world that's over, desperately, as one person.
(... yeah. I'm not sweet either, good luck)
When you put all the itching in your stomach, you leave the room with the dishes.
I washed the dishes in the hot water room and when I returned to the room, Yusuke was sitting in a chair, stretching his back. He just woke up. I notice this one and give it a sobering voice.
"Ah?"
Yusuke stops moving and stares at this one. It was a rugged gaze, like seeing enemies.
I didn't know the reason for the strength of that gaze, and the deep moon made me anxious that I would have done something again.
"Um...?
When the deep moon spoke, Yusuke deposited his back in the chair, as the stiffness had broken.
"Uh..."
Yusuke was shifting his gaze, glancing at the clock, checking his time. It's 6: 00 in the morning.
Then as I lost my mind,
"What is it? Seriously, it's just a cold..."
The moon blinked its eyes at the bewildering words.
Could you have been worried about me?
Deep moon is a look of bitter laughter, head down.
"Sorry, sorry for your concern"
"No, I mean worried... well no"
Yusuke waved,
"Are you feeling all right now?
"It feels a little weird, but a lot better"
"... hmm"
In the words of the late moon, Yusuke showed his contemplation.
When Yusuke silenced, the late moon felt strangely uncomfortable.
I suddenly didn't know what to do with the young man in front of me.
"... uh, I'll order the rice. Thank you for dinner yesterday."
"Whoa. Mask it. Don't skip sneezing at dinner."
Even in those blurry words, the late moon just makes me laugh bitterly. I didn't know how uncomfortable I was anymore.