Today was the final day for the Oban Festival. The estate was decorated with paper lanterns. I visited Tatsuhime Shrine along with Grampa and Yakushiji-san, and I wore the yukata that Kanji made for me. We even stopped by the Samegawa River, where many people had set loose small boats with candles and votive pictures attached to them.

I feel as ( Read more... )

[Naoto's sitting on her bed and clinging to a pillow. No, she doesn't realize she's virused. She thinks it's because Issei forgot about her that she's feeling so distraught.]

...he really did forget about us.

[She buries her face in the pillow, her fingers digging deep into the fabric.]