Myoui Mina is standing outside the large Japanese traditional house for over 20 minutes.
She is wearing a black suit. She thinks it is appropriate for the occasion.
Death.
Someone's death.
She looks at the door with a wary expression.
Her brows furrow.
And her eyes displays sadness.
She clenches her fists trying to gain a single stroke of confidence to face her.
To face them.
Mina knows exactly what is behind that door.
It is a funeral.
She also knows who could be behind that door.
Momo will be there, of course, it is her house all along.
Then there will be Sana.
Oh, Sana.
All Mina could think of.
Tears form in her eyes thinking about her.
Thinking of the thing she had committed because of jealousy, alcohol, and doubt.
How will she tell Sana?
She takes another deep breath. She is containing her tears from falling.
She reaches into her pocket and there it is, the ring she bought for Sana.
She looks at the ring.
A sad smile appears on her face.
But that smile serves as her determination.
Mina is ready to take a step when ~
The big door opens.
The whole world turns in a slow motion.
She can see the leaves falling from the nearby tree.
The sound of the music that the wind produces.
As the door reveals the most beautiful being Mina has ever known.
It is her.
The woman she is dying to see.
Yet, she has no guts to face.
She is wearing a black kimono with her hair braided properly.
Her eyes are swollen, and her nose is too red.
Mina figures it is because of too much crying.
It was the same when Mina saw her at that bus stop.
She was tormented and damaged.
Hurt and lost.
Yet, Mina has always seen the beauty in her.
The beauty in Minatozaki Sana.
With that sight, Mina hears her heart beats behind her ear.
Her body shakes, she just wants to be with her.
She loves her.
Myoui Mina loves Sana.
And now, she knows what she needs to do.
What she should do.
Sana stands by the door.
Her eyes speak her innermost feeling.
She looks at Mina.
Apologizing.
Longing.
Needing.
