The feel of the hot rays of the scorching afternoon sun on my skin is such a delightful feeling.
The way it sprinkles on my skin— I can't help but adore it.
I'm standing, my head's raised up— facing toward the sun. My eyes are closed as I embrace the sunlight.
I've done it.
The weight of the braces on my wrists— I can withstand them to a certain degree now.
Now I stand, listening to the tender hymns and the sweet whispers of the wind while enjoying the feel of the rays of sunlight.
The wind whispers again, directly into my ears; "K's coming."
I immediately open my eyes and my neck flickers toward K's direction.
He's walking slowly, coming from the gate.
I can't walk, and I can't run. The braces on my ankles hold me back. But I can at least stand up now.
I can't lift my hands up though. I just hold them steady by my side.
It's like I'm balanced. Like I'm in a state of absolute equilibrium. And I have to stay this way or else I'll fall.
