A gentle breeze blows in.

The wind that gently blows and touches my hair seems to soothe my suffocated heart. It’s a good thing I came out. I was worried about whether to come out or not because it was too late, but it seems to be a good decision.

“It’s good….”

I was enjoying my leisure time, leaning on the railing and feeling the breeze, after a week of hospital life that had become boring.

At first, it was clearly comfortable, but why did I feel bored? Was it because the hospital food didn’t taste good?

– It doesn’t …