Synopsis

The chipped porcelain felt cool beneath her fingertips, a small comfort in the swirling chaos of the night. Aoi stared out the window, the city lights blurring into an indistinct haze. Had it truly been as simple as drifting off? The memory felt fractured, like a dream struggling to hold form. She’d laughed with him, a lightness she hadn't known she possessed bubbling up inside. He’d listened, really listened, to the rambling thoughts that usually tumbled out in a jumbled mess. And then…