Satoru remembered the first day of spring.

He remembered filling his belly with all sorts of sweets that day, the cool breeze relaxing him along with the warm rays of the sun.

He remembered you.

The way you looked so adorable in that dress. Back then, he selfishly believed you were meant for him. That your smiles were reserved only for him, that your laughter was only for his ears. That you were made for him, as much as he was made for you.

It was the first time he let himself think such silly thoughts.

But unfortunately, that pretty dress wasn’t worn for him. Because that spring day, he had learned you were with someone else.

And on that spring day, he began coughing your favorite flowers.