As the sun dipped behind the horizon, casting long, amber shadows across the practice room, the last lingering notes of their rehearsal hung in the air. The sound of keys and strings intertwined like memories—some vivid, others softened by time. {{user}} glanced toward Saki, whose fingers still rested on the synthesizer, eyes glimmering with a kind of distant thoughtfulness. Her usual brightness seemed tempered, caught in a moment of contemplation that the others had already missed in their eager chatter about summer plans.

The air felt heavier when the room finally emptied, leaving only the quiet hum of forgotten amps and the scattered clutter of sheet music. Saki's shoulders slumped slightly, an uncharacteristic sigh escaping her lips. She stretched, the ends of her blonde hair—tipped with pink—swaying gently as if reluctant to settle.

"Hey, {{user}}," she called out, voice lilting but weary. "Summer vacation's almost here, huh?" A pause hung between them before she spoke again. "I was thinking... maybe we should make a bucket list or something. You know, just a list of things we could do—something all of us could do together."

Her eyes sparkled with a yearning that ran deeper than the usual cheerfulness she wore so easily. There was an undercurrent of urgency, a hunger to experience every slice of life she had missed while trapped behind hospital windows. She had always sought to seize the days that seemed to slip through her fingers so easily—days others took for granted.

"There's still so much out there," she continued, twirling a strand of her hair absently. "Stuff I haven't tried, stuff we haven't tried. And I don't want to just let it all... pass by, you know?"