Plastic Taste { Joji a.u. }

the one full of memories

"Emi, why so slow?" George called back to the girl, who was a good fifteen or twenty feet behind him.

He'd called and picked her up for a morning hike through the woods, but something was wrong.

"すみません。。。" ( Sorry... ) he heard her, but only faintly.

He watched her with curiosity as she wiped her forehead with her sleeve.

When Emi had received the call from George that morning, she had told him that she'd be ready.

What he wasn't aware of was her running a fever, and feeling ill.

She brushed past the infamous tree route and tripped on it, falling to her hands and knees.

George expected Emi to stand back up, but instead she stayed down.

George squinted and then noticed that she was quivering.

"Emi?" He called out, beginning to walk towards her, worry drooping his features.

He rushed a little quicker and dropped to his knees beside her.

"ねえ。。。" ( Hey... ) he said while touching her sweater covered arm.

He guided her to the side so that she was sitting with her legs bent.

She was looking down, so George brought a hadn't up to her chin and lifted her face, only to have his eyes widen in shock when he saw how pale she looked.