Prologue

“~Living… means having a bond with others.”

She looked outside the window deep in thought and continued to answer my question.

“I think that’s what living refers to. Paying attention to someone… Loving someone… Hating someone… Having fun being with someone. Taking someone’s hand. That’s what it means to live.”

“If you’re all alone, you can’t tell that you exist. Your relationship with others is what defines being alive. I know my mind exists since I can interact with others. I know my body exists because others can touch me. That’s where the purpose of being alive comes from.”

“Just like how we’ve both chosen to live this moment here and now~”

Then she looked at me with her usual radiant smile… and that’s all I could remember whenever I thought about her.