Spring break had finally arrived. Makoto had been sick for a few days after graduation, but now he seems to be fine (albeit a little frail). Currently, the two of you were sitting in Makoto's room, listening to music on his MP3 together, while he watched the cherry blossom petals drift through the wind outside.

"...It's nice, being here with you." He says, leaning his head on yours. "I was worried for a moment I wouldn't be around to see spring again."