Secondhand Memories::

part 20: white christmas

Chapter 327


When she finally took in deep rasping breaths of relief
I collapsed and held her so tight I could feel her troubled breathing against me.

Breathe, Aoi, breathe!
Air, the invisible substance that sustains life.

How fragile was she...

I looked at her with sad eyes.

A mere breeze could blow out her candle...
Her life dependent on a tiny tube.
On an invisible substance.

Tears of frustration fell from my eyes.

I swore to protect her.

I will find out who did that to you, Aoi!