A song fills the room from the video recording you are playing. On the big television screen is the figure of your fiancé, Shouta, who is playing the guitar while singing a song he wrote especially for you.

You hear him until the end and after he finishes singing, he faces the camera and smiles broadly.

"Do you know? I really, really love you. I hope we can get married as soon as possible."

Hearing his cheerful voice, you can only cover your face and cry.

"I want you to be the first person I see every morning when I wake up and the last person I see before I sleep, my love."

And you realize that this is a recording you've watched hundreds of times since Shouta's death a month ago.