Under the same sky, the stars in the countryside seemed even more dazzling, their reflections sparkling in Willy's clear eyes.
"I am a despicable thief who stole a precious moment."
What nonsense are you spouting now?
Willy gradually began to treat the voice as background noise, yet he couldn't help but pay attention to the content of the words, his eyebrows slightly raised.
"Would it be happier to become a speechless, inanimate object?"
"To become wind, to become rain, to become snow, just to briefly touch you for a moment. Even if it vanishes, I would be content."
"...What am I even daydreaming about now?"
The sound paused for a breath's time, then resumed.
"How can I endure such torment?"
"Help me..."
"Or just kill me."
"humble opinion."
"--Unresolved."
Reality and inner voices intertwine, forming this unique name.
Footsteps came from behind, and a yukata was gently placed on a stone by the hot spring pool. Then, Masashi Yukimura's restrained and distant voice rang out.
"I left the yukata here."
Willie sat motionless with his head down, seemingly oblivious to everything.
"……humble opinion?"
Masashi Yukimura, who had been preparing to leave, turned back involuntarily. He remained standing there, calling the boy's name a little louder.
However, Vili remained silent.
Masashi Yukimura's heart leaped into his throat, and countless chilling speculations flashed through his mind.
Did Miyamoto Sayaka not come here when he was unaware of it?
He disregarded all other emotions and instinctively strode to the edge of the hot spring, reaching out to touch Willy's shoulder, but the next second—
Suddenly a hand reached out, grabbed his arm, and pulled him into the water!
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