Ao (yes) stood beside the bed and looked down at Haruka.
"Any pain?
'Cause I'm putting in painkillers.'
Strong lighting was depriving her of both the colour of anger and suffering from her face. Both the tubes and cables that cling to her body fly in color and no longer look as if they are losing function.
"Chimata medicine?
"Yes."
She nods. He laughed with a strange, serious look on his face. I don't want to look too serious in front of her.
"I wish I didn't have any pain, whether it's Chimata medicine or anything"
"I just had my heart stopped."
"Seriously. Wow."
"That's why he's circling the blood with an artificial heart and lung."
"That one."
He pointed to the machine across the bed. Four cylinders lined up in a horizontal row are rotating slowly. That's the move of her life.
"It's the way people do things in the alley. It's unnatural to stick to a human body like this."
"Everybody wants to help you."
He touched her cheeks (cheeks) and stroked her hair. She squeaks her jaw (chin).
"Everybody's watching up there."
The upstairs tour room was full of people. Those were the ones who prayed and sang in the hallway earlier. Hulka's mother puts both hands (palms) on the windowsill and looks down at this one.
He glanced back at her.
"It doesn't matter. You just watch me."
She nods small. He took her hand.
"I went on to talk to Osamu and Shaya. Until we fell into the lake and the trees came by helicopter."
"I feel like something really upset."
She closes her eyes.
It hasn't been a year since then.
"A year ago, in a short lifetime given to people, it was a terrible thing."
He held her hand so hard that she couldn't open her eyes.
She opened her eyes like a stiff, slightly letting her gaze wander. He holds up her hand and pulls it against his own body.
"Now I think I've always wanted to fight there. Saya said the same thing. Or I want to be at the bottom of that lake all the time."
"You can't do that. It's not the right path for people."
"Who decided?
"God."
"I don't know what else to do."
He made himself crack it between her fingers. Her hands and palms are dry enough to soothe. I want my fingers tighter.
"In the meantime, I want you to let me get back to you. About marriage."
When he says, she glances up at him and puts her gaze back on him again.
"I've been thinking. You can get married in such a fallen alley."
"Chimata has nothing to do with it. It's me and you."
"Besides, he's a corrupt man who suddenly kisses me."
"That was momentum on the spot..."
"But I might be able to save you from any more corruption. So..."
She stared straight at him. "Fine. Marry."
"Seriously? I did. Oh, but wait."
He shook his head (wearing it) small. "Shit...... I bought a ring."
"Fine, no ring. Without that, the phrase stays. My heart stays. That's enough."
She says quietly. He nodded and removed his glasses. Keep your face close and mouth her gently.
The dry lips remained closed. When she leaves, her lips move.
"Do you want me to touch your tits?
"Huh?"
He woke himself up and stared at her face.
"You like it, don't you, tits?
"No, not as much as I like it"
"You're a lousy liar anyway"
He deposited his head on Halka's chest, feeling his gaze from the tour room tickle around his swirling hair. A soft one is crushed under the temples. Cheeky reminds me of when I was in the hospital with the feeling of being sick.
She couldn't blame him for the way he behaved. Instead, he sees it with a merciful (whenever) look. Gently stroke his hair.
He realized she was going to die.
Not because I can't hear my heart beat in my ear pressed against my chest. She stands in the abyss of death more pitiful and trying to comfort him. I try to heal (no) his grief more than the pain and suffering from Mizu. Know that she has left to a height that is no longer within reach, that the earth can never be reached by man.
I'm touching you like this now, but you two are in a different world.
No matter how well he figured it out, someone who was impressed with it wouldn't save her.
"If I do this, I'll go to hell."
Her words echoed directly from her chest. He pushes the phrase against her chest, too.
"I'm not going to hell."
"My master told me to go to hell if I used dirty words, lied, or did nasty things."
"You're not going to hell. You can bet. If you go to hell, you win, so I'll definitely go help you as a punishment. If you're not going to hell, it's my win, so buy some sweets and bring them."
She exhales in pain.
"Ever since I was a little girl, I've been taught that the world is almost over. That's what I was afraid of, and I wanted to be the one to save the world. I got sick because I wanted to be that person. So I'm glad this is it."
He raised his head from her chest. Reach out to touch her eyes in tears. The grain of tears passes to the temple so that it escapes from it.
He wondered if she would have been like this. There is no staining of bright white skin. Clear eyes are likely to permeate (shine) her mind as she stares. The lips are smooth and reminiscent of the petals that have just been scattered.
All the extras are chiseled and creepy and beautiful. Does it mean that even life was not intrinsic to her beauty?
"I'm sorry. It's a dream to live in that town, but it's a leaf by itself."
"I'm on my own. It's not about you apologizing."
He spat on her forehead.
"I'm so sorry."
"Enough. I'm sorry."
Mouth on cheek, mouth on ear. It tastes like tears.
Say you like me.
"I like it."
Her words tickle her cheeks.
"He said he loved you."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"Yeah."
Wherever you are, my heart is with you.
"Yeah. Thanks"
"Still..."
He woke up. I put on my glasses and try to glance at what was hidden behind her eyes.
Still don't you really love me?
Her show of mercy (j) love (ai) is like a salute. I'm hiding my true heart.
It is reminiscent of her figure that was floating at the heart of "Cascade Shield". Protect others, you can't move.
God, it's just an alley. Hell, I wanted you to think of yourself because I don't care about that stuff. I wanted my burning eyes not these clear eyes.
He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. She has a slight cheek in front of her.
"Still, what?
"Nothing"
I woke up and put on my glasses.
"I'm going now"
"Yeah."
She touches his hand. "Get me a teacher. And the people up there."
"Okay."
He took a step back. Looking away, she was connected to a machine, dressed in the clothes she had been given, as if she had become someone he did not know.
"Uehara Prudence"
When he calls, she turns her face this way.
I'll change my name on the occasion of my marriage.
"I like you so much, so does your name."
"You're the only one who said that."
He takes another step away.
"Goodbye."
Her face hides in the pillow.
"Goodbye."
As he retreated one by one, he hit his heel (heel) in the emergency cart. She punches her tongue. He puts it back where it belongs and goes back again. The automatic door opens.
Doctors and nurses stood in the hallway. When the pale meets the doctor, he nods and enters the treatment room. The automatic door closes. I won't be able to see Halka.
The doctor said she was having an affair. I don't know if it's true, but he somehow didn't want me to touch her with that hand. The corrupt man in the alley.
Ask the nurse to bring in the tour room.
Along the way he was climbing the stairs with Osamu, he had a good time with Hulka's mothers. Feel the gaze but ignore it.
Looking down through the window of the tour room, the treatment room looked narrow. There are plenty of people, and only she in the center of it is bright in the light all over her body.
A doctor standing by the artificial heart and lungs is waving and saying something, but he is scratched with the prayers of the master in the suit and the believers who summon to it. A voice that sings, "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, my God, oh my God, my God, oh my God, my God, oh my God, my God, oh my God, my God, oh my God
He nagged and left the scene. I don't even hear that voice in the hallway. I'm a fast paced nurse.
Take care of her in front of the hospital room. I had never been in her room. Open the drawer and go inside. The bed is spacious because it has been transported to the treatment room. The lighting stays on point.
There is a painting of a pig (bump) on the wall. It's a play he made when he was still in the hospital. Paint animals without searching on a smartphone. She was a lousy painter and he was always laughed at by her work.
A textbook of the novel is placed on the table. As I was taking it in my hand and turning, something slipped through the gap in the page, and I danced. I fell on the floor. I'll pick that up for you. It was an embossed flower. Pink flowers. I see you - the flowers he brought to pay you a visit.
Open other pages. Flat, dry flowers appear one letter after the other hidden. White flowers, red flowers, yellow flowers.
"I thought you weren't interested in flowers?
He snapped. No one answers.
He believes in born-to-life. I don't know what she is. But if she's going to be born, flowers are good. He wants to be a flower, too. I'm not born into anything like that anymore, like a human or a man or a woman.
There was a door opening behind me. Otsuki enters the hospital room. The Ether brought the book back to its original position.
Osamu sat down on the couch.
I just stopped the artificial cardiopulmonary arrest.
Cover your face with both hands. (Oh) Yes, I was breathing deeply, but eventually I leak the woo (oh) pharynx.
The pale stood before him and placed his hand on his shoulder. Hands on the kid's head, stroking his dandruff hair. It's an imitation of what she did to me.
"Thank you for listening, Osamu"
If someone hadn't listened to those days, there would have been no joy or suffering for the Hulkas.
Otaki raised her face. Wet cheeks glowing in tears.
"Why not? Why should a young man like Haruka die?"
That was an enquiry that the sky had turned back. It happened so many times that I had to ask that question in that town.
Hulka would bump the same question against God. The Ether doesn't know who to turn to.
The twilight sky leaves a faint blue in the clouds. The day that sets across the ocean is seen in the mountains, and it is not so far away, and it shows as if there is no smudge on it.
How can we bring compassion to others like Hulka? I wonder what I should do to reach out to those who weep in front of me.
There are no more people to ask.
A quiet hospital room dyes the pale in the same color.