it had been a few months of quiet after it all had happened. there was no doors to close, no worms that could shake the world. no daijin to follow her around. Suzume had been watching the ruins nearby. just incase, just waiting. watching as the night sky came. morning was colder than the ice that had covered soutas skin. incasing him in a cold winter.

Suzume had spent countless sleepless nights dream of Souta. his smile, his almost biting gaze. the two had kept in touch, their last hug by the train. suzume almost wondered what he was doing now in Tokyo. even when he sent her a photo of where he went.

suzume spent her days waiting for a small message, a good morning, a good night. knowing souta was there, waiting. also wondering about her. hopeless she was. suzume felt the biting cold nipping at her skin. covered in layers she rode her bike down the path she always had. only to stop.

her eyes catching the sight of a familiar scene. dark blue hair flowing in the wind as if it was a movie shot. suzume eyes lit up a smile catching her lips as souta stood in front of her.