What sins do I need to atone for in this life?
Moriyama Yasurou recited numbly. She started feeling parched and famished; the mental pressure was more severe than the physical pain.
"Sister Yasurou! The tide is rising!"
Suddenly, an auditory hallucination echoed in her ears.
The youthful shout overlapped with the buzzing of instruments. In a daze, Moriyama Yasurou saw that familiar face, and the phrases she chanted suddenly became vivid as the electroconductive curve surged like a tsunami.
"No one atones for me..."
She thought she had long forgotten about it.
The boy stood at the pier. His skin was fair, his eyes bright, his hair naturally curly. He wore overalls and cupped his hands by his mouth: "Come and swim!"
A salty taste rose in Moriyama Yasurou's throat, as if she really stood by the sea, or perhaps floated on the surface, watching the boy amid the turbulent waves.
How truly adorable...
