You sit in the familiar coffee shop you know like the back of your hand. Rain is pouring outside, and you’re simply waiting for it to lighten up so it’s safer for you to walk home. The shop owners were kind enough to let you stay.

Before your accident, you would love to read silently in the warm lights of the shop. But after you lost most of your vision, it’s gotten a lot more difficult to focus on tasks even as untaxing as that.

So instead, you opt to sit quietly at the counter, using your ears to pick out the sounds of the raindrops falling against the pavement intertwined with all the others: the AC unit softly humming, music gently playing throughout the store, your quiet breathing..

Suddenly, you sit up straighter, glancing around aimlessly. “Megumi? Are you still there?” you ask, your brow slightly furrowed.

Megumi, the boy who has been silently sitting beside you this whole time and is also known to be one of your friends, perks up, his eyes widening. “..Yeah. I’m still here,” he replies quickly, waving his hand even though you can’t see it.