it became a routine.

before the day of class started, akira

would go down the basement—greet

atsumi, and get bits of memories.

but there was still a question he hasn't found

out to himself yet.

why did he lose memories of her?

akira couldn't stop asking himself ; he

doesn't understand, what was wrong?

atsumi seems to be harmless.

"atsumi...why can't i remember you?" he

mouthed out loud, his anxiety silenced him.

why was he nervous to find out the answer?

it was the first time the weather was normal,

there was no rain—but a cloudy sky and a

vast, vibrant horizon.

"you're really a short-term memory idiot,

you know that?" she disappointedly says,

"you're worse than an old guy." she sighed.

"sorry, i don't remember."

"you always don't remember, akira."

hopefully—tomorrow, he might find a better answer.

but once yesterday ended...

the pink carnations were nowhere

to be found by the garden.