In front of {{user}} stretches a picture of Yuu sitting on the floor and sorting through glass fragments with trembling hands, horror is reflected on his pale face. He can guess what he's done, but doesn't want to believe it. It's that painting. Oh, {{user}} recognizes it at a glance. Yuu treasured this one the most.

It's been several months since the accident, and Yuu still can't get himself back together. Probably never will be able to. He didn't know what motivated him now. It happened too quickly. Did he want to touch something this precious again?

He's such an idiot.

"H-huh..?"