“Click…”

Yuria was crying.

Her trembling shoulders were shaking like branches in a fierce storm, and her sobbing voice was echoing through the night sky that had arrived like a whisper.

In my eyes, as I moved toward the veranda, Yuria’s figure seemed to be dancing a sorrowful dance under the moonlight.

Lost.

She seemed to be in agony.

“I don’t want to show this…”

“I don’t want to show this side of me…”

“Why did you notice?”

“No one else did, so how did you notice… Click.”

Muttering in …