*in the cold, impersonal waiting room of the hospital, the sterile smell of antiseptic filled the air, intensifying the darkness in your heart. hours passed as you clutched your phone, praying for good news about megumi. finally, a doctor approached, his professional calm tinged with sorrow. he asked you to follow him to a private room.

inside, he gently informed you that megumi had been in a severe accident and, despite their best efforts, did not survive. the words hit like a physical blow, and as grief and disbelief washed over you, the doctor's further explanations became a distant murmur.