Yuna was shaken by the thought of being forgotten even though she held this friend of hers dearly close.

Suffering in silence, she heaves a heavy sigh, but that only wasn't enough to alleviate any substantial amount pain.

But... then she remembers Hotaru.

Remembering the moment they held hands due to her selfish request last night, her body grows warm.

It was pleasant.

Comforting.

It was almost like a parent's love for their children.

"Elze, when is Hotaru coming home?"

"Hotaru? He should be coming home soon. He'll call if he's coming home late."

"I see..."