I bit my lip as I stared at the faded letter in her hand.

"...."

I didn’t know what to say.

It was a letter I had written a long time ago—
A letter born from the fear that my life might be coming to an end.
Back then, I had panicked and left behind my final words to her.

-…I hope you wake up soon.

I had been a coward, trembling as I watched her lying unconscious, unable to open her eyes.

Because no matter how strong a person may be, seeing someone precious in pain always breeds fear.