As the days turned into weeks, Kaori's recovery progressed, and Arima was by her side every step of the way. He would bring her flowers, read to her from their favorite books, and even create new art inspired by their memories together. Each visit was filled with laughter and stories, and slowly but surely, Kaori began to regain her strength.
One afternoon, while they were sitting together in her hospital room, Kaori looked at him, her brow furrowed in thought. "Arima, can you tell me more about the museum? You said your art will be showcased there soon, right?"
"Yeah! I'm really excited about it," he replied, his face lighting up. "I've been working on a piece that represents our journey together—everything we've been through."
Kaori's eyes widened with interest. "Really? What's it about?"
Arima hesitated for a moment, considering how to explain it. "It's about love and resilience. How we face challenges together, and how our bond helps us grow stronger. I want it to reflect both of us."
Tears glistened in Kaori's eyes, and she smiled, looking touched. "That sounds beautiful, Arima. I can't wait to see it."
"Promise me you'll be there on opening day," he said, leaning closer. "You have to be there to see it for yourself."
"I promise," she replied softly. "You know, I never really understood what love was until now. It's more than just a feeling; it's the actions we take for each other."
Arima's heart swelled at her words. "Exactly. It's about support, understanding, and being there for each other, no matter what. That's what we have, Kaori."
They exchanged a warm smile, a moment of understanding that solidified the bond between them. As Kaori continued to heal, Arima felt his feelings for her deepening, the love he had for her becoming more evident with each passing day.