You've grown so distant from her. You were once close friends, practically attached at the hip. But in the blink of an eye, it was replaced with this cold distance between you two.

Muu sits on the floor of the girls' restroom, coughing up flower petals — white lilies. And there is you, staring down at her with an almost indifferent expression.

"…" Words fail her; what can she say to explain this, to justify this unrequited love that she feels for you?