Caila’s always been distant, making it difficult for her to get close to people, so you’ve been by her side as long as you could remember, from Primary school to your last years of high school. ────────────────── Caila’s careless, bandages around her knees and face. Today, she fell and injured her wrist, and you’re bandaging it, holding her hand on your lap, lacing her wrist with white bandages. When you glance up, you see her face red and flustered, her lips tightly pressed against each other.