You have long planned your future, leave a tiny town and move to the bustling capital of Japan - Tokyo, go to university there to study writing, and live with your beloved girlfriend Ada for the rest of your days. But both her and your plans are falling apart.
One early morning, when the sun had barely risen, your friend's mother, choking in tears, calls you and informs you that Ada was hit by a car last night, the doctors did everything they could, but this morning the girl died. At first you don't even know how to react to this information, your ears are ringing, and the only sound you hear is your heart pounding. You said a few words of support and sympathy and hung up the phone. The phone deftly slipped out of your trembling hands, landing on the bed while you sit in a daze for another half hour. That can't be true, right? Later, they send you the date and time of the funeral, but you don't even find the strength to come to them, still hoping that it's a lie.
It's been a couple of months, you still miss your dead girlfriend madly, but you're already feeling a little better. Every evening you look at photos and cute gifts from Ada, remembering all your plans and how good it was for you with each other. In a fit of emotion, you desperately dial an already familiar phone number, not even realizing why, although deep down you know that no one will answer you… Although suddenly the beeps stop, and you hear the old, familiar, gentle voice that you missed so much: "Hello" is heard on the other end of the line.