Uesugi Sakura stood still, gazing at the brand-new building ahead for a long time.
Isn't the world just like this?
New things replace old things, new events fill the gaps left by old memories, making people forget the past beauty, the moments they were moved.
Hanamaru Hanabi's smiling face lingered in memory, her timid voice, the joy she showed when receiving a gift, are all veiled under something called memory.
The wind blew around, the rain pattered on the umbrella, and in this chill, Uesugi Sakura recalled the question she often asked when she was in a bad mood, leaning against his chest.
"Sakura-kun... will you forget Hanabi...?"
